Tuesday, May 16, 2017

Dallying time




you rise
tasty as thin curls of butter
swooning beside fresh bread

even if you lather
liverworts on your mane
silk of your skin is warm as honeycomb-

i taste 
pink clouds, velvet moon under your arms-
i drown in cotton eyes of dandelions-  

forget the weeds- 
time is filling up our cups with corals, 
salmon sunsets & perfumed apple cider-

your beauty 
is a melodious cupcake-
let me sit awhile & pen you a song- 



Flowering Crab Apple Trees


Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Sensory Play - Poetics handled by Mish ~  Thanks for the visit ~

25 comments:

  1. This is so delicious.. especially love that melodious cupcake.

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  2. Fresh bread and cupcakes, Grace, honeycomb and apple cider!
    All mouthwatering and evocative. What a way to describe your muse!

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  3. I like the idea of dallying to write a song to dallying.

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  4. So full of flavour, I especially love 'your beauty
    is a melodious cupcake-let me sit awhile & pen you a song-

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  5. Starting with "tasty as thin curls of butter swooning beside fresh bread" and carrying us onward, this is a stellar write!

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  6. A little song can do no wrong

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  7. MMM...loving this with the 'taste of pink clouds' and 'melodious cupcake', Grace. Full of the sensory.

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  8. and what a beautiful song you did pen. Breathtaking.

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  9. Delightful to read and absorb through the senses in new ways. I love the thought of tasting pink clouds.

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  10. Lovely write and the photo of the crab apple tree...gorgeous! I don't believe I have seen one here.

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  11. And what a song you have penned! "cotton eyes of dandelions" I love the images you create.

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  12. Sigh. This is simply sumptuous. Wonderful.
    So many lines to love, but this is my favorite:
    "forget the weeds-
    time is filling up our cups with corals,
    salmon sunsets & perfumed apple cider-"

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  13. love these curls of butter over fresh bread ...
    Lovely!

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  14. Really delicious write, just oozing love!
    Anna :o]

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  15. You hooked me with the lines De mentioned. The whole piece is poetic food porn fun. Taste buds & olfactory whiffles trump & dominate--a tribute & song of the senses. "I never met a doughnut I disliked."

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  16. Oh my goodness, Grace, this is so lush, and full of superlative imagery....the butter swooning beside the bread! the velvet moon, the cotton eyes of dandelions. Gorgeous!

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  17. This is absolutely and utterly gorgeous, Grace! Especially love; "i taste pink clouds, velvet moon under your arms-i drown in cotton eyes of dandelions." Beautifully executed.

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  18. Each thought leads back to the purpose of it all.

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  19. It sounds like you're dallying in the garden, writing songs on a beautiful day. The imagery makes me stop and think on every tercet

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  20. This is stunning, Grace. I am swooning over this poem.

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  21. Gorgeous. Both your words and the picture. Thank you sharing them both. Have a wonderful week.

    Elsie Amata

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  22. Stunning, Grace. I love everything about this poem - the soft melody and soothing flow, the fresh imagery, tastes and smell. Your poem has a lovely melancholy feel to it and that last line is just wonderful. I enjoyed this from first word to last :)

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  23. Now that is a song and delightfully so.

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