so when love spoke your name,
I bathed it in turmeric and sandalwood,
placed it in a temple of skin and stone,
rising at dawn to pick the first snake flower,
more pink that the open lips of the sky,
to offer wordless to its unopened eyes;
not that this love was special,
I have felt more for sunrises,
for the golden pause between rose and the hovering wing,
even for newspaper boats lying on their side
in the spent chatter of yesterday’s rain,
but there was something in your eyes
as you stared up at the sky,
like you understood why we lay on the earth,
not talking,
skin on skin, stone on stone,
there was something in the way you touched my face,
suddenly everything in order,
marching in a straight line,
stars and rain and promises and trees,
everything moving
like a waterless river in sightless spate,
holding on to a single unravelling thread of light;
I had to leave you there
and keep walking, a river, a lover, a continuum,
moving inside the warm lung of the wind,
eating bits of moon at night,
rising at dawn, in the blush of awakening,
to pick a flower for the love that waits,
a not-so-special love that sees through the sky,
that unspools the light,
that knows why I walk
barefoot with clouds in my wake,
skin on skin, stone on stone,
splashing through yesterday’s rain,
not talking.
Really nice images of love and happily ever after
Easter Blessings
Much love…
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Thank you.
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Beautifully written, joyously evocative. Your imagery is so fluid and vividly alive. You have made a Not So Special Love something to be cherished and hoarded away.
Elizabeth
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Thank you Elizabeth. Sometimes love teaches something, even though it doesn’t stick around to see how that learning plays out.
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“I have felt more for sunrises, for the golden pause between rose and the hovering wing” oh yes that is love.. right there… gorgeous!❤️
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Thanks so much Sanaa 🙂
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I love the images you conjure up here, the rapport you build between your love and nature. This is truly beautiful.
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Thanks so much Myrna.
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Some wonderful lines in this … ‘there was something in the way you touched my face’ ~ sigh ~ isn’t there always.
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Always 🙂 Thanks Wendy!
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“. . . the way you touched my face,
suddenly everything in order
marching in a straight line,
stars and rain and promises and trees . . . ”
Maybe good friendship & marriage begin this way, an understanding of rightness rather than an unsettling passion?
“. . . holding on to a single unravelling thread of light;
I had to leave you there
and keep walking, a river, a lover, a continuum”
Oh, to be that freed, to desire so much to link an idea, an emotion, a living thing, to acknowledge the gift of the other, soul to soul–that seems pretty special to me. You make me feel those lovely beginnings again.
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It seemed right and necessary to acknowledge it…though like everything else it was ephemeral! Thanks so much Susan.
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I love how it held the ordinary up in a space that was holy, but still acknowledged this was not meant to be anything deeper or more profound than it was. The descriptions here are so very beautiful.
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Thanks so much Rommy.
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A gorgeous poem, steeped in turmeric and sandalwood.
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Thank you Sherry…
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Beautifully crafted poem, with great sensitivity!
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Thank you Mary. Much appreciated.
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Lovely phrases tucked in here and there … “unspools the light” for one!
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Thanks so much Beverly.
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your poems always laps the shores of imagination – and this is so evocative
“newspaper boats lying on their side
in the spent chatter of yesterday’s rain”
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Thank you Laura.
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This is like a spiritual journey, Thotpurge. I love the religious undertone here, perhaps, this could be a very special kind of love 🙂
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I suppose it is spiritual in the sense that it moves one closer to understanding life… thanks so much Totomai.
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“the warm lung of the wind”
I love, love, love this image!
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Thanks so much Magic.
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I have to tell you that reading your Sunday poem is a highlight of my week. This is beautifully written.
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Thanks so much Kerry, you’re too kind. Am delighted you liked this one. Your support is much appreciated.
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Magical! I too love the lines A. Marie has quoted … and many others.
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Thanks Rosemary.
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love the Indianness included here among so many beautiful imagery specially ‘I bathed it in turmeric and sandalwood,’ ha, this reminds me of my wedding day 🙂
‘and keep walking, a river, a lover, a continuum,’ beautifully put….
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Indeed…the sanctifying rituals using sandal and turmeric performed here in the south as well! Thanks Sumana.
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“moving inside the warm lung of the wind,
eating bits of moon at night”
Absolutely lovely. Well done!
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Thanks so much Marie!
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