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Vienna
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Username: vienna

Post Number: 372
Registered: 11-1998
Posted on Thursday, November 10, 2005 - 10:07 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

The Kiss

summer drift of sunlight, and your mouth
a glitter of breathless birds.

Before, when a thin snow fell, I caught
your heady colours; uncurled my hand
in empty rooms sweet with music.
Kingfisher, vermillion; breath blown
dust of wheat-field and elderflower.

Under the huge leap of the sky
July burned and I became as malleable
as gold. I stole tawny feathers and timbre
to hoard behind my ribs;
soft syllable, bright ring of slight accent.

Summer drift of sunlight, and your mouth
a glitter of breathless birds.


'All of us get lost in the darkness
Dreamers learn to steer by the stars'
Neil Peart
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Teresa White
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Username: teresa_white

Post Number: 248
Registered: 01-2005
Posted on Friday, November 11, 2005 - 10:58 am:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

Vienna,

You have many lovely lines here --enjoyed them all, especially:

breath blown
dust of wheat-field and elderflower.

and

soft syllable, bright ring of slight accent.

I have mixed feelings about your bookending the poem with the same two lines (very beautiful lines at that). If this were mine, I'd lose the first two and leave them only at the close for greater impact.

Enjoyed,

Teresa
~M~
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Username: mjm

Post Number: 5839
Registered: 11-1998
Posted on Friday, November 11, 2005 - 11:58 am:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

In agreement with Teresa, my sister, on retaining those lines for the end. Here are some other little bits and bobs:

"Before, when a thin snow fell, I caught
your heady colours; uncurled my hand
in empty rooms sweet with music.
Kingfisher, vermillion; breath blown
dust of wheat-field and elderflower.

Under the huge leap of [the] sky(,)
July burned and I became as malleable
as gold. I stole tawny feathers(,) [and] timbre
to hoard behind my ribs;
soft syllable, bright ring of slight accent.

Summer drift of sunlight, and your mouth
a glitter of breathless birds.

The breathless birds image was breathtaking. Not only for the idea of it, but also the sound.
Vienna
Senior Member
Username: vienna

Post Number: 373
Registered: 11-1998
Posted on Friday, November 11, 2005 - 4:12 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post


Thanks for your comments Teresa and M.

I wrote this at about 3.30am so Im not even sure myself if the last bit was supposed to also be the first bit :-)

I am now thinking it needs an extra verse, I want to put this in my portfolio for uni so comments on that would be helpful. I also wonder if it needs a comma or some pause after mouth?

thanks
V


The Kiss

Before, when a thin snow fell, I caught
your heady colours; uncurled my hand
in empty rooms sweet with music.
Kingfisher, vermillion; breath blown
dust of wheat-field and elderflower.

Under the huge leap of sky,
July burned and I became as malleable
as gold. I stole tawny feathers, timbre
to hoard behind my ribs;
soft syllable, bright ring of slight accent.

Summer drift of sunlight, and your mouth
a glitter of breathless birds.

'All of us get lost in the darkness
Dreamers learn to steer by the stars'
Neil Peart
My poetry books at Lulu
http://people.lulu.com/users/index.php?fHomepage=101596
steve williams
Moderator
Username: twobyfour

Post Number: 244
Registered: 05-2005
Posted on Friday, November 11, 2005 - 5:57 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

Dear V

so far very nice. some stuff you might try on for size.

how about in s1, 'I caught my hand, uncurled your heady colours in empty rooms sweet with music...

i'm thinking that catching your own hand shows how much surrender there is here. how little control over the narrator's own volition exists...

along the same vein, consider compacting the first lines of s2;

'Under the burn of July, I became malleable
gold, stole tawny feathers, hoarded
timbre behind my ribs; soft
syllable, bright ring of slight accent.'

just me playing.

hope this finds you as well as can be.

summer will come back, it always does.

with all my warmth

steve
Michael MV
Senior Member
Username: michaelv

Post Number: 1049
Registered: 11-2003
Posted on Friday, November 11, 2005 - 8:06 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

breathless birds

Why to me is that alone a poem(Poetry) in itself?

Like a piece of sculpture.

Brancusi.

"Why not," I say.

:-)

Michael (MV)

 




LJ Cohen
Moderator
Username: ljc

Post Number: 3337
Registered: 07-2002
Posted on Saturday, November 12, 2005 - 7:54 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

Vienna,

This is a beautiful read--your command of language very strong. Theresa, M and Steve have given you good suggestions. I get to sashay in here and say how much I loved this.

best,
ljc
http://ljcbluemuse.blogspot.com/
Dale McLain
Advanced Member
Username: sparklingseas

Post Number: 1559
Registered: 11-2004
Posted on Sunday, November 13, 2005 - 5:07 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

Vienna~ Ahhh... so lush and ethereal. Breathless birds, leap of sky, tawny feathers... perfectly lovely, delicious language.
thank you.
take care~dale

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