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Wonderful. Love the repetition and the stone imagery. As it extends to desires to the physical expression of yearning- being stroked by hand in pocket. Layers of possession.
With the first stanza, you had me in your pocket. Also especially like the lily singing pollen. Sounds here are resonant — lots of l’s (palm, lines, lily, silken, pollen, toll etc.) ring through the poem.
So glad you were able to post this amazing poem! It would have been a loss for LexPoMo!! I love the repetition at the beginning of each stanza and your breathtaking imagery like “shameless tongue/singing pollen” Just wow!
Sorry formatting off. I will try to redo.
I thought you were making a statement! Lol!
It did cross my mind!
Lol…lot in that word…makes for a good poem!!
And now it won’t let me resubmit until tomorrow!
Sylvia, you could post the poem as a comment I think.
Kevin – Thank you. I will try!
Here is the poem I meant to post! Thanks, Kevin, for the tip!
A Poem about Nothing
A stone is nothing
But a condensed wish
Captive inside a pocket
And thumbed slick with desire
The hand is nothing
But the swag of fingers
Destiny’s palm
Wattled with lines
A lily is nothing
But silken music
A shameless tongue
Singing pollen
The rain is nothing
But a lover’s sadness
Begging at windows
For another chance
The sky is nothing
But a daily blue art
Pollack splattered white
The sun of O’Keeffe’s flower
Life is nothing
But the toll of an hour
A breathy vapor
That excites even the dead
I like both poems 🙂
especially like:
A stone is nothing
But a condensed wish
Captive inside a pocket
And thumbed slick with desire
I wouldn’t mind someone exchanging these “sweet nothings” with me.
Lovely poem, Sylvia.
Formatting is still off, but the poem is on!!
exquisite, Sylvia–all of it–your voice stops me in my tracks
Captive inside a pocket and thumb slicked with desire! Love the way you use words and put a new slant on images!
The rain is nothing…that whole piece got me! Beautiful!
Great poem. Loved “thumbed slick with desire.”
(You might ask the admins to reset. They did it for me once last year.)
rain does beg. beautiful.
This is gorgeous – love the thoughts and how they are expressed – silken music!!
last line wakes the dead
the poem has everything from the essence of stone to the color of sky
Beautiful & inventive. Glad you posted it after all!
Oh, how grand! A poem full of delicious metaphors.
Enjoyed this sense of how you interpret the world.
Life is nothing
But the toll of an hour
A breathy vapor
That excites even the dead.
Lovely!
Wonderful. Love the repetition and the stone imagery. As it extends to desires to the physical expression of yearning- being stroked by hand in pocket. Layers of possession.
With the first stanza, you had me in your pocket. Also especially like the lily singing pollen. Sounds here are resonant — lots of l’s (palm, lines, lily, silken, pollen, toll etc.) ring through the poem.
Lovely poem. The first stanza is my favorite.
Thank you for the lovely comments! Can’t wait to read your poems next year!
Every verse makes me stop and think, Wow!
So glad you were able to post this amazing poem! It would have been a loss for LexPoMo!! I love the repetition at the beginning of each stanza and your breathtaking imagery like “shameless tongue/singing pollen” Just wow!