I am making Sharing Poetry With You, a Sunday feature here. I will post a poem, which has made an impact on me in the past few days. All are welcome to post their thoughts in the comment section. And also any poem, they have liked. If any one wishes, I will post any poem they wish for others too read. However, do give due credit to the poet.
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Today I share a poem from Early Light (1985). by W. S. Di Piero
In Our Room
On the strip between the lakes
I look for some trace of you
in everything that moves.
At the tip of its wake, a coot's
bone bill points through
the leaves' sponged-ink shade,
slate feathers splitting the air;
the water quivers, bright
as your bath-drenched hair
shaking off silvered bits.
A tern pulls up, tilting
through the spreading light,
then drops beak and body fast.
Two dark swifts dip past
swamp oaks like brown
twilight in our room, blinds
barring your face, while your lips
closed on some dream sound,
some word I didn't catch,
a wood-duck's straight-seamed wedge,
a cowbird shuddering from
the lake on loose bent wings.
As you can see, it is a love poem, a tactile one at that. The imagery speaks to me. And also touches me. Not just in my thoughts but literally.
What do YOU think of it? Can you think of any other tactile love poetry?
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8 comments:
Poetry is one genre that I have not ventured into very much. This is a lovely poem, I can see how it could touch and speak to you at the same time. Thanks for sharing and helping me expand into poetry.
Mason
Thoughts in Progress
Love the images in this poem. Nice idea to have poetry for a Sunday Salon!
I can think of Gerard Manley Hopkins with his religious love poems and tactile images.
The nature images in this poem are fantastic, but what struck me most are these lines:
"swamp oaks like brown
twilight in our room, blinds
barring your face, while your lips
closed on some dream sound,"
I wonder what the poet is saying with the bars from the blinds on his lover's face, as if something prevents him from truly knowing her.
I like the idea of posting a good poem. I'm crazy about poetry.
I read a great book this week: http://readerbuzz.blogspot.com/2011/01/sunday-salon-unbroken.html
Like Mason, I've not dabbled too much in reading poems. Usually because I'm too dim-witted to understand them, lol! But I'm glad you're doing this feature, because never too late to start understanding poetry, right?
Have a great week!
What a beautiful poem! I love the idea of a poetry for Sunday Salon too! It's a genre that I'd love to explore more and find myself out of my element most times. Thanks for sharing!
Quite a lovely poem. I love the clipped rhythm and the alliteration. Love this, especially the way he shifts from the nature scene to the woman:
"Two dark swifts dip past
swamp oaks like brown
twilight in our room, blinds
barring your face, while your lips
closed on some dream sound,
some word I didn't catch,
a wood-duck's straight-seamed wedge,
a cowbird shuddering from
the lake on loose bent wings."
I'll have to stop back here for your Sunday poetry salon. ;)
I'm a fan of poetry and enjoy seeing other bloggers post and discuss as well ;)
I do like the imagery the poet creates here.
'blinds barring your face, while your lips closed on some dream sound,
some word I didn't catch'
it's as if he wants to get to know her, yet he can't.
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