My tongue relaxes, back to underbelly
where words roar, spinning without a tail
My stomach leans out, farthest sides of room
exhaling wind to bended knees, unmindful of posture
My feet curls in, without spine & shoes
repelling magnet, forgetful of gravity
My hands reach for soap bar to erase
where I was, what I did yesterday
There's a list of things to do & gather momentum
before summer breaks into hailstorm, too soon
For autumn's overture, when a voice aches, so raw
It makes me softer than I am, remembering a sky
Shattered red-salmon by sun, eclipsing bay of boats
I let the night sieve me into its arms, warm & uncontained -
Posted for D'verse POets Pub - Poetics - Unplugged ~ Thanks for the visit ~
lush, sensual, tactile. felt this on my tongue. lovely.
ReplyDeleteI like the idea of using a soap bar to erase where a person was and did yesterday. And alas, ah, it will be autumn WAY too soon!
ReplyDeletehmmm...nice..the feet forgetting gravity and the erasing with a soap bar... a lovely unplugged moment... i can hear the music... and yeah...enjoying the summer as it lasts..though after the heat we have, i'm kinda looking forward to autumn...
ReplyDeleteAhh... this is so beautiful, Grace... I love the last line!
ReplyDeletebeautiful, just gorgeous Grace.
ReplyDeleteOhhhhh, Grace, you have infused being "unplugged" with your own unique, sensual voice. Love this.
ReplyDelete"autumn's overture", lovely image, thanks, Kevin
ReplyDeletei let the night seive me into its arms...very nice...i love the detail in posture and what you are doing with arms & soap and such...an overture of autumn...like that much as well...
ReplyDeleteFor autumn's overture, when a voice aches, so raw
ReplyDeleteIt makes me softer than I am, remembering a sky
Shattered red-salmon by sun,
I love these lines and imagery Grace--so forceful coming on no matter what.>KB
oh, very sensual. loved the shattered red-salmon line... and the finish... just wow.
ReplyDelete~Miriam
just brautiful Grace!:)
ReplyDeleteThis one had the sensuality to create interest, & the poetic wisdom to nail down our accords; really loved it. One of the strongest offerings tonight. Yes, mid-summer, we tend to look to the the red horizon, knowing that autumn lurks there, ready to end the sun-baking with the devouring of green, and the burning of leaves; like we feel on Saturday, knowing Monday looms large and bruising just below the surface.
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely beautiful! The last four lines, simply breathtaking.
ReplyDeleteYou describe so beautifully being unplugged. I love bare feet. Letting go of gravity is a wonderful feeling in my being. I can dive into music if I had no other source of technology. Battery operated radio. lol.
ReplyDeleteit is like you are having a love affair with the moment. i love this. spinning, wind, gravity. all things defining our bodies on the planet. and I esp. enjoy your ending couplet.
ReplyDeleteThis is just lovely, the stanzas just build on like a fine dinner. And what a dessert ;-)
ReplyDeleteThe last two lines are so striking. I really like them.
ReplyDeleteThe transition of one season, not yet fully baked, into the next, not yet welcome, is strongly presented here, with a sense of mourning already built-in.
ReplyDeletebeautiful, reminds me of late summer on the Pacific Coast, i love the couplets, the soap erasing, the ending
ReplyDeleteBeauty indeed at your feed, nature in form as you bring up a storm
ReplyDeleteI love the night time unwind, with or without a partner, relaxed,unmindful, ready for embrace.
ReplyDeleteThis is so rich with textures and color! Gorgeous work, Grace.
ReplyDelete'let the night sieve me into its arms'- majestic.. such a smooth flow of words. I wanted to read more and more..
ReplyDeleteA strange place this takes me, yet it feels familiar, like a natural occurring world often does. Intense and changing, evolving and revolving. Organic in form, a life force moving forward, tender on moment and hell bent the next. Unplugged and untethered. Good shtufffs.
ReplyDeleteThere's a list of things to do & gather momentum
ReplyDeletebefore summer breaks into hailstorm, too soon
One forgets too soon there are things to be done within such time constraints. To be prepared to be sure! Wonderful take Grace!
Hank
This poem leaped to different levels and I loved the first couplet. Thanks for sharing!
ReplyDeleteWonderful poem indeed.
ReplyDeleteI don't think I have ever read such a splendid esoteric poem about the breaking of wind:)
ReplyDeletesultry, passionate this is a lovely piece Grace.
ReplyDeleteloved the gentleness of this... washing of the sounds... and the bar of soap erasing the day... cool
ReplyDeleteI now know why sometimes, people run out with soap-bars when it rains.
ReplyDeleteCool as a shower.
Cheers!
Enjoying summer's embrace for as long as I can..lovely write..
ReplyDeleteVery sensual imagery. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteVery enjoyable to read aloud. Sensual and musical at once. Nice work...and congratulations on being included in the anthology! I already have a copy and look forward to visiting d'Verse friends.
ReplyDeleteThank you very much Steve ~ My copy is on the way ~
Deletelove this especially (don't ask why):
ReplyDeletevoice aches, so raw
It makes me softer than I am
& the shattered salmon-red sky...
& I already sense autumn in the air though timewise, summer's at its height
"I let the night sieve me in its arms" ultimate poetry
ReplyDeleteVery vivid!! letting the atmos envelope you and do things that turns every part of the body just lets itself loose! :)
ReplyDeleteNothing like surfing th e heat of summer naked with no yesterday. I can live today long enough to get me through winter so it stays summer all year long.
ReplyDeleteThis could turn out to be a lovely song ... very beautifully written.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful! This evoked many lovely images.
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