You knocked a bowl of sugar on my kitchen floor.
One gesture and I am transported
To a world of candyfloss twilights
When your lips rummaged for my navel
Delectably – unable to find it.
It’s all about the journey, is in not?
The spectre of a granulated whisper
Gliding over skin,
Glistening with the dew of you brow.
You never asked for anything that wasn’t yours already.
To you I am little more
Than a quotation of departed loves.
My pout less luscious than of a girlfriend past,
My cleavage less flashy.
The extension of your fingertips
In the alcove of my underbelly
Becomes a rebuttal of a relationship terminated
For my sake.
An accident – this is what you think of me.
I preferred it when you believed me a suspension of
Your Newtonian
Mechanical everyday.
Let them eat cake.
It alludes
To the witty temptation of fate.
The Scottish play to which you shout Macbeth!
Yours were the affection of Goneril and Regan,
The plummeting Titanic;
Yours too – incredibly – the ironic pitfall of a Roman Empire reborn.
Not mimetic. Accidental.
Obsessed with the marvellous —
Surrendered to the common.
A delicious basket case.
Strawberries.
I am nostalgic for your forgetfulness and impatience
And yet my thoughts languish, self-flagellating
On the smallest of affectionate gestures
That made you mine.
You knocked a bowl of sugar on my kitchen floor.
Loose threads. Cobwebs.
Ropes, cranes, wheels, springs…
And I am counterweighted
Into your arms,
Rearranged into a Fibonacci sequence.
Intemperate. Spectacular.
As all temptresses ought to be
In their unacknowledged political radicalism.
Sex.
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Lovely shardy!
Thank you, Conrad. White verse is not my specialty, but then neither is cake and I do rather enjoy both when there is temptation enough 😉
Very impressive. I like the visualizations thrown throughout the piece. Thank you for sharing.
Thank you, robertsonwrites. This is impulsiveness at play for me, but I certainly enjoyed the journey, however unexpected the result.
very inter-stirring
“Inter-stirring” – love that. Thank you.
Quite the eclectic poem!
And are you fond of eclecticism?
I even listen to the Eclectric Light Ochestra (ELO) albums. (That may have been the worst joke I’ve ever made.)
But yes, I am naturally predisposed to see patterns or applications across disciplines, which I would characterize as a form of eclecticism.
Isn’t it both strange and wonderful how our other pursuits influence the way we read something?
Indeed it is.
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Groovy to sure!
Thank you, maddienmaxdad. A new sugary experiment for me, but it seems like I may have gotten the ingredients right.
Oh hoah, V. A little hot in here – wanna open that window? This one has some of the best lines I’ve seen on this blog yet. Strong opener, the first 3. Quotation, suspension, Fibonacci. Nice mix of abstractions with the concrete. I myself would not have added that final word (please feel free to moderate this part of comment out: blip!). The simple show not tell, and save spit ideals. Just don’t feel it’s necessary. But you still deserve the “like” WITH it. Well architected.
Thank you, Diana. This is very high praise indeed. Perhaps I ought to write on impulse more often. My muse is an intemperate fellow. Most of the time I have to craft without, but every now and then they will show up and my fingertips irradiate without – seemingly – any assistance from the rest of me.
I understand your comment regarding the final word. It was a strange one… You see, it was the echo of an answer to the question of irresistibility reverberating back.
Thank you for your comment. It is rather hot in here, isn’t it?
Warm regards,
Vic
Isn’t it awesome when the words seem to know what they’re doing? My two cents on that word were just that (not a nickel), which you are free to toss not only in artistic license but with artistic justification. Xxx D.
It is. It is a wonderful feeling. I only wish it came more often. I am happy to toil over my words in wait for the muse, but it is so much easier when it whispers over my shoulder.
And I am very happy to keep your comment whole. I have my reasons, but finding out how my choices are perceived is always of interest to me. It makes me question and it makes me think – both very good developments as far as I am concerned. So thank you 🙂
Your hunger to learn (in all things, it seems) and to challenge yourself is something I really appreciate about you and noticed at the starting gate (of our relationship), Vic.
I used to think myself at a disadvantage for being curious about so many things when others were content to focus their attention and become “specialised.” I’ve learnt to accept this part of myself since.
How very perceptive of you to have noticed it so early on, Diana.
Then perhaps, I ought to admit that it doesn’t surprise me. I like to think that our instincts are nothing other than knowledge which our subconscious acquires long before our conscious minds catches up with it. So I knew… without knowing, of your perspicacity 🙂
Well, if I am to accept the compliment, I must say: spirit to spirit.
The feeling is mutual. 🙂
I’m about to jet, but this just popped into mind. Dya ever read the poem Curiosity by Alistair Reid? You must, if you haven’t!
I do not recall, but will look it up. Thank you for the suggestion, Diana. Have a lovely day.
YES! Let them eat cake!
I quite enjoyed this escapade into the surreal. 🙂
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Loved the Newtonian touch, that was very clever
Thank you, Richard. At times I wonder where the imagery comes from. It must be lurking under the surface just beyond the reach of consciousness.
Glad you keep dredging it out of there
I am not sure which is dredging which – of which my dreams are nightly proof.
Keep getting them down on paper and we’ll say you’re the one in control 😉
I usually transform them into dreamscapes, although the latest disturbed me too much. I woke up from the deeper sleep, but was still dreaming and within that dream tried to figure out what the previous one had meant. I couldn’t be sure that it hadn’t actually happened, and even when finally awake the feeling has stayed with me.
That’s awful when it happens, a bit freaky really
Certainly. It unsettles all emotions and it takes a while to reconcile reality and imagination.
“And I am counterweighted into your arms” Love it! Very visually stimulating, this one! 🙂
Thank you, melodyspen. The visual tends to dominate all other senses, and although I do my best not to ignore the rest, this one certainly found its focus there.
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Great one,
It’s almost as if i can see the emotions overflowing from it and filling my room
Then I can’t think I could have done any more. I am glad. Thank you.
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Knew I had read this before, hehe.
“Yours were the affection of Goneril and Regan,”
Read this as Gonorrhea and Reagan… LoL. A story for the ages!
lol – I wonder why you made the association. I was referring of course to King Lear’s loveless daughters.
To be funny of course.