Clothesline
June 28, 2009 by hames-1977
you reposed-
contoured in a shape
formed ridges,
dividing horizon.
my fingers were
clothespins.
my legs were
propping
while you stretched
receiving weight
some wet linen
hung, to dry
June 28, 2009 by hames-1977
you reposed-
contoured in a shape
formed ridges,
dividing horizon.
my fingers were
clothespins.
my legs were
propping
while you stretched
receiving weight
some wet linen
hung, to dry
ahhhhhhhh so brilliantly crafted!
..like a scene from a movie shot with not a sound yet every movement screamed
..i could almost see, i could almost hear the sighs of LOVE!
zen,
thanks for the beautiful comment. yeah, i guess i have stripped down this poetry of embellishment. for a change.
and its very hard to do this kind of poetry, stressful and time consuming. sometimes simple poems like this are the hardest.
best of times,
marvin
Very clever, Marvin! and emotionally rich, too.
It is a challenge to achieve a crafty poetry and keeping our hearts at the same time composing one.
It is good to read poems that are well crafted and still, the heart of the poet is still written all over them.
You achieve such refinements in your works which I believe your readers felt, and that same reason is why I love reading your works.
I wish you well.
~ Jeques
jeques,
i came to a point, that i was sick and tired of poetic formula, so i decided one afternoon just to make a poem and make it minimal but full of meaning-like a bottle of champagne popping its foamy contents.
i have just realized that this emily dickenson styled poetry can send the readers a little creative to draw conclusion on why the writer decided to write this piece. i think, sometimes we let some poems unfinished, and the ending we just held from them. sometimes poem can be stripped off of our personal explanations and justifications, letting the words and the elements present their own innate semantics.
we must let, sometimes, the reader decide a poem’s proper ending.
when i was starting this blog, i have decided resolutely to make this a corner where i can flourish my personal ramblings. i was trying to vent out the toxic thoughts of my days and achieve a balance and calm for my soul. it was like, i am talking to an imaginary friend that is inside and i believe it also resides deep in each of us.
i have decided to only write pure thoughts as much as possible, the things that in our everyday life, we fail to grasp and understood.
your observations on my writing temperament is quite a joy to read now, and good to know that you came to enjoy my works. that is really, what i am trying to achieve, that my valued readers like you keep getting inspired and delighted by my verses and prose pieces.
thank you, thank you very much jeques for encouragement and support in my writing.
best of times,
marvin