I watch the sky,
listen for you in the wind,
shake out my hair, open my shirt,
let rain have its way.
Shy clouds cover their eyes.
I pick up a pleasurable stone,
one you might choose to skip;
suck April from it,
taste distant fault lines,
hold it in the roof of my mouth.
I find a lone feather,
think how it floated down,
like a sleek ghost
from something wild, airborne.
Looks right in my hair.
I wait for light to change,
this stubborn season to end,
for a massive earthquake
to come to my assistance.
Such passion!
ReplyDeleteAs always your penmanship is amazing. I really enjoyed this, Tess!
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed...
ReplyDeleteA very nice, airy poem...with a tumbling earthquake of need at the end...
ReplyDeleteSensual, beautiful.
ReplyDeleteCaptured the spirit and flow of the picture really well with your almost languid floating words
ReplyDeleteLove this first stanza...and indeed delicious reading by RADS. :)x
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written...:)
ReplyDeleteloved every word...
ReplyDeleteThe different stanzas with different themes building up an image of loss and longing.. this should be set to notes Tess.. I can clearly imagine it sung.. I especially loved the stone stanza...Thank you for the excellent choice of pictures. --
ReplyDeleteLove it all, especailly, "let the rain have its way."
ReplyDeleteyour poetry is so powerful!
ReplyDeleteYes, delicious.
ReplyDeleteLove the delicacy here, balancing the delectable iota of the world a surging passion to exceed. Feathers are there, and stones, and massive storms. Lovers transgress here, and poems like this overspill all their edges. Fine.
ReplyDeleteGrate loved it
ReplyDeletelove the subtle and delicate third stanza...
ReplyDeleteYou've written some intriguing lines. I love the balance you've struck between fragile and powerful.
ReplyDeleteLoved going on this walk of discovery with you Tess! I like how you tasted the stone and put the feather in your hair. Bravo!
ReplyDeleteReminds me of a Paul Kelly song " Cities of Texas" , about the God of Air , or the Sky Gods ...
ReplyDeleteOrgasmic.
ReplyDeleteA feeling of loss short of delirium! Just shows how effective it is. Great write Tess!
ReplyDeleteHank
Fiery-hot with more than a whisper of passion's delight!
ReplyDelete.. 'shake out my hair, open my shirt, let rain have its way.' So much pleasure in every line of this poem. Permeates is the appropriate word I think.
ReplyDeleteJust stumbled upon your blog and I am definitely sticking to it.It's just awesome. I have added it in my reading list and following you now. (:
ReplyDeleteGreat imagery!!
ReplyDeleteI liked the 3rd stanza the image of a feather floating down..
ReplyDeleteMaybe if the ground raised like an ocean you could float in a different way
ReplyDeleteChris
This is wonderful. (The reading is too.) I love the image of sucking April from a stone.
ReplyDeleteVery sensual.
ReplyDelete"shake out my hair, open my shirt,
ReplyDeletelet rain have its way. "
Nature brings out the best of you.
Your comments mean so much to me...thank you everyone...
ReplyDeleteBeautiful imagery here, Tess. Your phrases enchant.
ReplyDeleteAah how beautiful was this Tess. Lovely write up, such passion, such expressions!
ReplyDeleteWritten with such beguiling sensuality. I love it!
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