Under almond tree, I remembered you
murmuring blues, your face a poem
I traced with walnut ink & red feather
Wrinkled leather were your cheeks, soft rain
Softer still were your fingertips, milk-warm
that stirred a storm, clanging all my shores
Unmooring my usual road, I read fear
Instead of dear, purring adventure
I gathered all my luck, lures, tunes & rides
And ran- from the moon-tides, me & you
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Toddaid, hosted by Merril Smith. Join us at 3pm EST to find out more about this poetry form.
A wonderful love song, with every phrasing a sensual "storm" and rhythm of "moon-tides." Simply beautiful use of the form, Grace.
ReplyDeleteThis is just beautiful, Grace!
ReplyDeleteSuch a romantic, beautifully-scented toddaid, Grace! I love the phrase ‘your face a poem’ and the lines:
ReplyDelete‘Softer still were your fingertips, milk-warm
that stirred a storm, clanging all my shores’.
A beautiful poem, Grace! I love the imagery and the enjambment "your face a poem
ReplyDeleteI traced with walnut ink & red feather"
I truly love how you made this as a love poem with your own unique voice... your face a poem especially
ReplyDeletelove this love poem - it is a masterly rendition of the Toddaid
ReplyDelete" fingertips, milk-warm
that stirred a storm"
So many wonderful lines. Beautifully done. I adore the idea of running from moon tides with someone special. :)
ReplyDeleteI find so much yearning in this poem.
ReplyDeleteI like the tension in this love. It is often the case, though we usually fail to note it.
ReplyDeleteIn your lovely and sensuous toddaid ... this is my favorite line: "that stirred a storm, clanging all my shores."
ReplyDeleteBeautiful. To match you blog! Last couplet especially sang to me.
ReplyDeleteAww! So beautiful, Grace. You mastered the form.
ReplyDeleteI especially like these lines:
ReplyDelete“Under almond tree, I remembered you
murmuring blues, your face a poem”