Poetry Thursday: An Ideal State

utopia: from Gk. ou “not” + topos “place.”*

An Ideal State

to feel your heart-
beat ripple
across both
our bodies
as the moon-
light ripples
through the leaves

to smell your breath
and have you
wrap your arms
like a mantle
across my shoulders

to have our
sweat mingle
in rivulets
and our bodies blaze
like candles flames’
for one last light

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For more poetry which may or may not be about “no place,” head on over to be present, be here, where Liz is hosting the last formally organized Poetry Thursday Traveling Poetry Show.*utopia. Dictionary.com. Online Etymology Dictionary. Douglas Harper, Historian. http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/utopia (accessed: October 03, 2007).
And may I just say, a site dynamically generating its own citations is awesome!

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Poetry Thursday: Walking Away

Remembering to look down every once in a while.

Walking Away

Scarlet on grey:
Trampled
By a thousand leather soles-
Discarded roses.

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Read more poetry over at the Poetry Thursday Traveling Poetry Show, hosted this week by Tracie of The Red Door Studio.

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Poetry Thursday: Reincarnation: A Duo

Two from… somewhere…

Reincarnation: A Duo

1 Spirit’s View

death : transition
how many times
around
the wheel
until
I’m done

2 Top Hat’s View

Park Place – 6 – Baltic
how many times
around
the board
until
I win

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Read more poetry from the Poetry Thursday Traveling Poetry Show over at jillypoet’s.

Poetry Thursday: An Open Window

Any time I’ve worked based on prompts, I usually sit around until right before the deadline waiting for some sort of inspiration, then, while the last moment ticks by, have some decent idea and the poem done. This week’s Poetry Thursday prompt was a little different for me. I had a lot of half-formed ideas and images that would not coalesce into a poem. I suppose I should not complain about the stable of metaphors that will slowly ripen in the corners of my mind. And then I wrote the poem below; it only has the line “An Open Window” as the title because it was written typed at the top of the page as motivation and I didn’t have any better titles come to mind.

Poetry Thursday: Radiant Kisses

Last Line? close enough.

Poetry Thursday’s (completely and totally optional) idea was Last Lines, First Lines: take the last line of an older poem, and use it as the first line of a new poem. Perhaps it’s just me, but last lines have totally different needs than first lines, and I had quite a time finding a last line that was lower on the last-line-ness so I could use it as a first line, then I rewrote the line anyway to make it a better first line. So, the poem I posted just a few minutes ago (The Smell of Honey…) really did have the last line that was the first line of this poem, but it doesn’t anymore and I posted the other one in case anyone was curious about where the line came from. Enough blathering, the poem:

Radiant Kisses

Your insistent touch
bears the fire of your passion..
The heat washes over me
like soft rain
and the mist of your breath
fills my ear.
Your skin, bare on mine,
feels like starlight
glittering brighter than the sun.
I consign myself
to your pyre
and fuel it with my own
passion, desire.
We have become the sun
of our world, radiant,
filling the infinite
with our kisses.
We can linger forever,
fingers searching,
tongues caressing,
bodies
flaring with each
wave of pleasure.
We outshine the moon
and we will never see the dawn
blinded, as we are,
by the synergy of love and lust.

Poetry Thursday: lines and curves

Fun with math, sort of…

lines and curves

a calculus of love
in which our two desires
are plotted on satin sheets
we derive
and integrate
and involve some imagination
in the interplay of integers
the five digits of my right hand
define the curve of your back
reaching down
you conjoin our planes
the negative quadrants vanish
and we become a geometric progression
approaching infinity

Edit: Posting this one to Poetry Thursday.

Poetry Thursday: One Hoopy Frood

One Hoopy Frood
for Douglas Adams

Let the salmon of doubt swim upstream
and spawn
for they are the tastiest of fish.

The dolphins have fled.
Despite the reports
they did not engage in a farewell song-and-dance
simultaneously at every Sea-World.
They decided to swim alongside the stars:
better hours and more vacation.

Two heads, as it turns out,
is not better than one.
I model the gnab gib in my bathtub.

Space is big, really big.
Compared to sponge cake,
we are all really freaking important!
though not as full of cakey deliciousness.

Cricket is an incomprehensible sport
outside of Britain.

There is always construction.
Will there always be muddy flower-beds?
There is always destruction.
When the yellow ships come
will you know where your towel is?

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Inanna

I’ve been working (albeit very slowly) on a series about Goddesses. Installment 4, as numbered chronologically, is Inanna. I may get around to posting the other three over here, but they are viewable over at my myspace blog. There are mostly from the end of June, so they may be off the main page. If you click ‘Poem Archive‘ above, you can see the list of all poems in the Goddess Series.

Inanna

You sat atop a ziggurat,
feet among the clouds,
mind and tongue weaving
your crafty plan, beloved.
How much wine did you
ply the jovial Enki with?
How artfully did your robe…
innocently reveal?
Lovely trickster, when you sailed
away, bearing the ME,
Enki’s creations and tools,
was there any hesitation?

After six-thousand years
You came with the same
trickster spirit.
No wine, no suggestion,
just your eyes
and I surrendered my heart.
While Enki may have
been playing his own game,
I am merely mortal
and hope for some hesitation,
however small, beloved Inanna,
as you sail away.

as always: comments greatly appreciated- even if it’s to say “this sux.” But I would hope for a little more explanation :)