Okay, let's try on something cheerier, like sex in the morning. This one is a syllabic poem, eleven syllables to a line, but I don't know how it will line up here....
MORNING GLORIES
We have shared beginnings, books, babies
and beds, from California to the Rocky
Mountains. And wonder. Now we grow old. The gray
proliferates innocently like dande-
lions through our hair, inch by inch, and sometimes
I am fearful. God knows why the wonder stays,
but it does. Nothing is easy but love. I
celebrate you within me, I turn my head
at the pillow into your hair, clean, smelling
of lemon soap, and all the bright pain inside
me drowns. My breath stops, and all is curve, cleft, and
arch, sweet caught breath, and morning glories in fresh
profile at the open window, on the sill.
(Painting by Georgia O'Keeffe)
21 comments:
Beautifully put! I loved how comfortable it felt:) Well done!
"My breath stops, and all is curve, cleft, and arch, sweet caught breath, and morning glories in fresh
profile at the open window, on the sill."
Beautiful. This is one of the best I've read today. Love it.
This is gorgeous, a perfect marriage of a lovely image and beautiful words. Oh, and thank you for the lovely comment at "Trailing Light" this morning. I have no idea where that collection of words came from - it just popped out of the ether on its own (or perhaps out of the small green tomatoes). I love Denise Levertov too, and the first poem I posted from her this morning is one of my all time favourites.
That's a really beautiful poem. Wonderful!
yes. marriage-y beauty all around.
this was an SUCH a great poem. God knows why the wonder stays.....I LOVE that line!!!
oh, this left me feeling breathless - wonderful!
"curve, cleft, and arch,"
my favorite part...
sigh...
Terrific, with such simple and sure adornment. Thank you for this one!
I too love "My breath stops, and all is curve, cleft, and
arch, sweet caught breath, and morning glories in fresh
profile at the open window, on the sill." Beautiful, like morning sex...
I loved "I turn my head at the pillow into your hair, clean, smelling of lemon soap, and all the bright pain inside me drowns." Beautiful poem, thank you for sharing it.
What a beautiful poem. It moves with such ease. I love the line,
"Nothing is easy but love."
So true!
Thanks, people. I love reading your poems and your comments. Isn't Poetry Thursday fun? I look forward to it all week.
my neighbor has morning glories that look just like that!
wonderful poem
Oh, that's beautiful. You are very lucky if you have a love like that
I am very lucky. We just celebrated 42 years last month!
ooh lord, this is beautiful!
I need never write a poem about sex now ... whew! You've done it for me - this is EXACTLY what I'd like to portray in a poem about sex if i wrote poems about sex which I don't. (Well ... maybe I will write a poem about sex now - you've inspired me!) A truly beautiful poem peepek, I absolutely adore it.
this is gorgeous.
the images, the truth, the beauty.
gorgeous.
Oh. Hmm. Perhaps I shouldn't have read that one...
Uhmmm. Perhaps not.
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