SIREN SONG
Poetry Thursday has become a regular siren song of inspiration for me--luring me in, whether I participate by posting here or not. I note the prompt--read and write with it in mind for a day or two...then, go and gorge myself on the mysterious alchemy of others' words. The same "prompt" for all--the takes on it, endless. This week, I wasn't going to post...in fact, it is the busiest week of my student's semester and I was only supposed to be online long enough to check for their frantic emails. But, here I am.
The prompt this week was finding poetry sexy...the sensuality of writing the body. I have to admit that I write this subject more often than I care to admit. M. is the frequent recipient of my "love" poems tucked into his wallet or taped to his steering wheel. I write of love and sensuality for him, for me, for this world I just want to carry close, nestled against my tender skin.
Poetry Thursday has become a regular siren song of inspiration for me--luring me in, whether I participate by posting here or not. I note the prompt--read and write with it in mind for a day or two...then, go and gorge myself on the mysterious alchemy of others' words. The same "prompt" for all--the takes on it, endless. This week, I wasn't going to post...in fact, it is the busiest week of my student's semester and I was only supposed to be online long enough to check for their frantic emails. But, here I am.
The prompt this week was finding poetry sexy...the sensuality of writing the body. I have to admit that I write this subject more often than I care to admit. M. is the frequent recipient of my "love" poems tucked into his wallet or taped to his steering wheel. I write of love and sensuality for him, for me, for this world I just want to carry close, nestled against my tender skin.
posted by Left-handed Trees... at 12:55 PM
15 Comments:
gorgeous.
love "apologetic mouth"
Beautiful, haunting, and thoughtful. I really enjoyed your poem.
I'm so touched that you write for your husband in this way.
Like Susannah's poem this week, I love it when a poem ends with a new beginning. Your end line leaves me on a rising note of hope and anticipation.
WooHoo. Very romantic! I enjoyed reading this.
"The creation of the Universe in our arms" - oh D, this poem is so beautiful, so tender - thank you for sharing the piece of your heart that you wrote out for M... you have reminded me that real love can be made again x
How very romantic, tender and sexy :)
So tender. And what a lovely thing to do--send your husband out into the world with love and poetry.
"The Everything of our voices
breathed into one another's open lips...
My hand reaches for yours
and life begins."
Just lovely. Thank you for sharing such a intimate poem, and for telling us a little about your process and your busy week.
gorgeous...
"apologetic mouth..."
"in the tangled bedsheet hills...
underground and in clouds--
wondering"
sweetness and sighing
and poetry on pillows...
What a wonderful leaving, too . . . beautiful and graceful.
" i kiss the tips of your fingers for the miles they have covered me"
i think this has to be one of my favourite lines, ever.
such familiarity and understanding.
such love..
beautiful Delia..beautiful
sigh....
Oh, delia, wow! Just wow... I feel a little bit like a peeping-tom! hehehe
:)
Absolutely stunning poem! And it's wonderful that you write such poetry for your husband. Beautiful!
So glad you took the time to share this gem with us this week. My husband wrote me a poem when we were courting and it's so precious to me. You have inspired me to think about writing him one as well!
...and my heart breaks loose...
this line is so beautiful to me...i love the whole poem...poetry that you leave for your husband to find...that is so damn sexy my dear...but this morning, this is the line, and the imagery that follows it, that just made me pause.
Sweetness, you are teaching me about romance...I think I shall leave a poem on my husbands pillow....
I especially loved
"I will whisper your stormy eyes
when you watch me watching you
in the tangled bedsheet hills...
underground and in clouds--
wondering."
Post a Comment
<< Home