Nothing but Pearls

Cherry

By Silver Spun Sand

Tue, 29 May 2012
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13 comments
 

You would ask me
come swim with you
where dragonflies linger...
like they did, long ago,
in those black and white
French movies.

After – you and I,
we would lie
amongst the fern-fronds –
slumber long and deep,
and dream of nothing
much at all...your legs
stretched out...soft
and sweet

your arms, pendulous
above your head,
like branches
of the willow
heavy with a fall
of springtime snow...

mushrooms of the forest
at your feet
while larks would teeter
on the brink of the ladder
of their song and sing
all the colours
of the trees,

and you would stir
in your sleep -
finger a necklace
as it nestles
at your breasts...

naked you’d be...
except for the pearls;
such are our days.
Each one another world;
perfect
and complete.

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Comments

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
This was such a dreamy poem Tina, I could visualize those black and white old french films, of long ago hot summer days. Yes very dreamy and romantic, with nature all around. I Also loved the layed back feeling it gave me as I read. Loved this poem a lot. Jenny.

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Many thanks, Jenny. Pleased you enjoyed. Tina;-)

 

Submitted by fatboy74 on
while larks would teeter on the brink of the ladder of their song Loved this poem and it reminded me of Duffy's Warming Her Pearls. :-)

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Many thanks, fb. Really pleased you enjoyed...and, yes...the Yellow Room and all;-) Tina;-)

 

Submitted by hilary west on
Very lyrical and dreamy, another one to enjoy !

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Thanks, hilary. So pleased you enjoyed and that you took the trouble to let me know;-) SSS

 

Submitted by Linda Wigzell Cress on
Such delicious langour and gentle heat. Sighhh!!Linda

Linda

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Such a way with words, you have, Linda, and I thank you for them;-) Tina

 

Submitted by Sooz006 on
This put me in mind of a set of rosary beads used to mark of the achievements in life rather than to pray. Lovely. And beautiful forest imagery.

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
I hadn't thought of the rosary connotation at all. Nice one, Sooz;-) Tina

 

Submitted by Denzella on
Another lovely poem that creates in my imagination the hazy days of summer. Tina, I must ask a question, how do you decide when to break a line as with "each one another world perfect and complete." Is it the rhythm of the words? As you know I am not a poet but still I harbour ambitions... Much enjoyed Moya
 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Hi there, Moya;-) 'The Lazy Hazy Crazy Days of Summer'. Nat King Cole, if I remember correctly. Boy...does that bring back some memories! As for line breaks...as Sooz has pointed out, quite correctly, they can make or break a poem, quite literally. Unfortunately, there are no hard and fast rules, and you are partly right in your assumption it is to do with the rhythm of the words. Having an 'ear' for poetry, to me, is a bit like having an 'ear' for music, with some finding it easier than others. The only advice I can give, is to keep working away at your poetry which is coming along so very well, and as Sooz says, if ever you need a 'sounding board', I am always here...ready and willing. Not so sure about the 'able' bit;-) Have a lovely weekend. Tina

 

Submitted by Sooz006 on
Moya, the best thing to do is write your version of a poem and get Tina to format it for you. She sorted one of my rambles out and made a poem from the brambles.