with their venom lips--
wasp's nests on neck stalks, talking all day.
There must still be a place on earth
where a woman can do nothing and do it marvelously--
I want to wear clothes so soft they make birds jealous.
I want to sleep during daylight, in turquoise silence.
I want you, wordlessly, like always.
In that place, I could amaze with the impossible,
saying exactly what I need, simply and at last.
There, the moon would rise--
a hidden spring matching my pulse points;
turning to stars and such, I would be
Brilliant, beautiful, but with warm bare skin you could touch.
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For "The Heart's Desire" at Real Toads.
"There must still be a place on earth" I wish that, too. I am so tired of all the hate
ReplyDeleteThis is simply beautiful, Shay. I especially love the lines, "...saying exactly what I need, simply and at last.
ReplyDeleteThere, the moon would rise--
a hidden spring matching my pulse points;
turning to stars and such, I would be
Brilliant, beautiful, but with warm bare skin you could touch."
If you find that place, let me know...
So much of the language here is caught in the cleft between detail and mystery, which of course is the soul of poetry----I find the bitter opening lines almost a slap in the face they are so real and true, and then the poem just melts into an alternate reality, one even more true, the reality of the heart. I don't think anyone could have described the place of heart's desire more eloquently than you do here, especially in that warm and generous close. 'So soft that birds are jealous..' I don't know about the birds, but I will admit to envying those feathers. Beautiful love poem, Shay, wise and whole.
ReplyDeleteThis poem leaves me with a tremendous sense of liberation.
ReplyDeleteI'm closing my eyes, wishing... and mind-traveling to this paradise...
ReplyDeleteShay, I love this. From mudmouthed to the brilliant end! Sometimes I feel, as a woman, that I exist in this dreamy place, that I make the birds jealous. But most days I resort to fleece sweatpants and a prickly attitude:( Your last line was my favorite, "with warm skin you could touch."
ReplyDeleteSigh. Me, too. Brilliant, that "turquoise silence". And the clothes so soft they make birds jealous. Loved this.
ReplyDeleteLovely, Shay--heartfelt, of course--but also heart-inspiring--and such a generous love poem, actually-- lyrical--if we could pulse like stars but just be like humans, flesh--pretty great. k.
ReplyDeleteA wonderful place to be... I wonder why it's hard to find that place, maybe it's the crowded life we live.
ReplyDeleteYour opening...sound play and imagery especially... :)
ReplyDeleteThese lines are pure magic:
ReplyDelete"I want to sleep during daylight, in turquoise silence."
"a hidden spring matching my pulse points"
This is really beautiful and sensuous. It speaks to me of what it is to be a woman.
ReplyDeletebravo!
ReplyDelete"turquoise silence" is brilliant and the whole poem takes a lovely twist from the first stanza - yes, to get away, to be who we really are - to feel, to be happy. No need for "wasp's nests on neck stalks"... (loved that too)
ReplyDeleteWhat a vale of tears, that noisome buzz of the broken -- first stanza perfectly sets up the balm of the following bath in "turquoise silence." What the heart desires most is that we shaddup and simply be. Yes.
ReplyDeleteso beautiful.
ReplyDeleteYes, Shay ... this is a beautiful poem. There must be a place ~~~~
ReplyDeleteWonderful! Man oh man do I ever share this wish... to do nothing and do it marvelously. No appreciation for that, is there? Sigh.
ReplyDeleteOh Shay, this is so beautiful.
ReplyDeleteSigh.
ReplyDeleteShay, I commented on this a few days ago, just wanted to see, did you see it =, hate it and delete it or did you not see it?
ReplyDeleteNever saw it, Corey! Blogger must have gobbled it.
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