Thursday, November 16, 2017

November collections



I collect words
    they smell of coconut oil and thyme

I soak them in water
    warm as silent ocean, soft as clouds

Some of them swim to the
    blue map, ringing of certainty

But some of them gnaw 
    on my insides, growing eyes

Lidded with petals & loops
    raising questions & veins of wants

I breathe the tissue of my darkness    
    reeling in/out of my every heartbeat 

Come out of my mouth 
    before the year grows old with snow-





Posted for dVerse Open Link Night, hosted by Toni (Kanzensakura)  ~  A second offering for Lillian's prompt.   hanks for your visit.

28 comments:

  1. Words that grow eyes and smell of coconut and thyme.. so beautiful!

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  2. 'I breathe the tissue of my darkness reeling in/out of my every heartbeat' this is so potent!

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  3. This starts so gently and accelerates, then draws back - I enjoyed the rhythm of the words (not just the smell and taste and movement...!).

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  4. Wonderful, Grace! The words ebb, flow, smell - they are tangible! I love the lines:
    'Some of them swim to the
    blue map, ringing of certainty'
    and
    'Come out of my mouth
    before the year grows old with snow'.

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  5. Words do have a life of their own and evoke all the senses. Lovely sensual poem.

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  6. O Grace, your beautiful words made me sigh with pleasure. Such a wonderful write.
    Anna :o]

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  7. Love words growing like this... the senses erupting before the aging of winter... love it.

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  8. you have captured the power of words...some of them so beautiful...others definitely "gnaw on our insides"

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  9. Beautiful, I especially love 'I soak them in water
    warm as silent ocean, soft as clouds'

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  10. I like how you have tended them and brought them alive. Beautiful. XX

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  11. Can sure bring a life all to themselves, preferably without snow.

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  12. Your words express the heart of this image so well!

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  13. I like how you give words a life and personality. The words arent just things. They are living. Some make you ache, some are playful, some are on a journey themselves.

    I think the breathing in and out the tissue of your darkness line is the most evocative
    To me

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  14. I love the physical properties that you have imbued words with ... so evocative and expressive.

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  15. Like the labor pains of delivering words. A labor of love really. So well written.

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  16. I like the idea of the collection of words that should eventually come out of one's mouth.

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  17. Snow is coming :D I like how your poem teanscends gradually, and finally reaches its peak with winter.

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  18. "I breathe the tissue of my darkness
    reeling in/out of my every heartbeat "...Wow!!!

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  19. You speak of words...something we all love...they will come, before the snow...and we will find there is no end to them...they will continue to come until we grow old...and even then...perhaps they will continue...until the last dying breath.

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  20. Beautiful. There is a sort of aching tenderness here.

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  21. An invitation to freedom! Isn't that what you want, words? When I was younger I remember a thought that haunted me for a long time: what if I die before saying everything I needed to say?

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  22. I love the way you speak to your words.

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  23. Beautiful Grace, just beautiful.

    Pat

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  24. I love this!!!! the lines that espcially ring true for me
    "I collect words
    they smell of coconut oil and thyme"

    "But some of them gnaw
    on my insides, growing eyes"
    I can taste your words, holding them, feeling them bite, letting them free. just love this.

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  25. This is truly amazing! And so apt for the picture prompt.

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  26. I felt words sort of swirling around me reading this. Really nice.

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  27. Love the expressions of your contradictions in which your words seep and eventually spill out.

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  28. I like the way you write about words and poetry itself a lot. It shows a passion.

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