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Letter from Home

PostPosted: Wed Aug 15, 2007 7:32 am
by dks
Prefacing this one would just take too long.

Letter from Home


it’s the hottest august evening
i’ve known in some time.

that freeway bayou
simmers in its ditches
teased by trickles
from bathed yellow bells,
rinsed buttonbushes.

you should be here
to feel this sun.
it bleaches the weekday paper
right on through its green sleeve—
quaint town news anyway.

the punjabi family across the street
still make magic aromas
boiling in the morning heat—
gingelly oil, curry, garlic
garage hash mixes strong,
sweet.

chirping frogs lope and welcome
bare, chafed feet.

thank god for that ramshackle faucet,
a porch puddle born
black stale water lit by a toasty moon—
a mirror likeness conjured up
of your jet licorice hair,
wet, in the light of a gold afternoon.

PostPosted: Wed Aug 15, 2007 2:37 pm
by Saturn
:shock:

Once again you astonish me Denise.

Your evocation of nature and everyday objects to suggest your longing floors me every time.

Stuff like this makes me want to hang up my pen and I'm ashamed to post my awfully twee nursery-rhyme-esque poesies :(

This is poetry, this is a poetess - ladies and gentleman see her roar.

Wonderful, wonderful. My superlatives are limited I know but I can think of no other word to express my admiration and jealousy.

PostPosted: Thu Aug 16, 2007 4:48 pm
by dks
Saturn wrote::shock:
Stuff like this makes me want to hang up my pen and I'm ashamed to post my awfully twee nursery-rhyme-esque poesies :(

This is poetry, this is a poetess - ladies and gentleman see her roar.

Wonderful, wonderful. My superlatives are limited I know but I can think of no other word to express my admiration and jealousy.


You are way too kind. I know others here would agree. "Thank you" doesn't do your gracious words of praise justice, Stephen. I am only honored to be read by you. very few people in the world care anything at all about reading any sort or kind of poetry...like I've often said before--this place is a sanctuary...

PostPosted: Thu Aug 16, 2007 7:33 pm
by Saturn
Indeed.

It's quickly becoming a two-person mutual appreciation society :lol:

What we do without it?

Quite honestly I would have hung up my pen years ago without this place.

Just seeing the face of Keats every time I click on here inspires me to try each and every time to catch a flicker, a wisp, a pale reflection of his genius.

Happy Valentine's Day

PostPosted: Thu Feb 14, 2008 6:44 pm
by jamiano
Oh the fortune,
to be won,
when memory toils,
for the life,
of a spent kiss....



Happy Valentine's Day

peace to love,


jamiano

p.s. Writer's block was born on Valentine's Day.