This is not a poem.
This is a map of you:
loving, warm and gentle;
burned hips waiting
to be cooled by my wetness.
It is a map of you
(on a hot blueberry afternoon)
splash of colors on dirty scraps of paper
"What are the letters made of?"
"Bones against clay"
This was a map of you
loving, warm and gentle,
on wet sand.
A few memory lines got erased by the tide.
Insoluble, essential minerals are what remain
This is an answer to this prompt.
I used the titles provided by : a~lotus, linda, gautami, deb, eden and sister AE ...
Don't know about the poem -but I did have fun...
14 comments:
The poem is wonderful, beautifully made with subtle precision and depth. "lines erased by tide".
Thanks Paul,
...probably because half ain't mine :)
You wove a beautiful moment.
well crafted -- warm and gentle...
I like the map of you reference and refrain. Nicely put together!
Angie:thanks
rob I only take half of the credit
andy I am trying my hand now on forms such as ballade and villanelle( not always successful, but thanks for noticing the refrain)
Woven very well. Captured a great moment..
Have a great new creative year 2009!
packets of love
thanks, Gautami...
have a great year too!
this is lovely, I like the style uyou've used
very beautiful...love the questions and answers
Juliet,
Thanks,
I really do not know about the style...I wanted to write a villanelle , but this is what came out (not a vilannelle)
Gwen
again, only half is mine...thanks...
felicitari pentru poem... e foarte postmodern...
t2007
multam. Post6modern, daca zici tu...
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