The cloud is a dragoon
Yet, the moon keeps
Its shape of the night
Flitting dragonfly
I look at you
While I don’t see you
I think of you
And for sure you too
Ephemeral, yet gettable
Substantial, yet subliminal
Inconceivable, yet viable
Opposed, yet overdosed
Cannot be recognised
Yet, it’s there eternally
Impossible to swim in
Yet, worth drowning in
Might be the first time
Hopefully not the last
Might come flying
Surely I’ll have a go
Orgasmic, yet sexless
This sensation of power
Weakness and flow
Reminds me of none.
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© Dulce
21 comments:
WOW!!! This is wonderful.. I love this..
Impossible to swim in
Yet, worth drowning in
GOSH!! Take me there..
your poems are exactly what your blog is called. SWEETER Poetry
On the farm my nickname was Iky--pronounced EYE-KEE, accent on first.
If you insert an "N" it becomes INKY...maybe that is why I identify with Inky's blog, and her comments on others. Kinda "far-out"-grin!
And I agree with her above comment. But I add one word: Sweeter "ROMANTIC" Poetry..
Love and PEACE!
"The cloud is a dragoon
Yet, the moon keeps
Its shape"
these lines grabbed me immediately and played with my senses all the way to the end, nice one dulce!
This is a wonderful poem with so many contradicting images set side by side. "Impossible to swim in
Yet, worth drowning in" - This line in particular struck me. Is this about the unquenched desires in us?
And thanks for commenting on my story. There is no autobiographical element in it. It's just pure fiction. But you're not the first person to ask me whether it was my own story and I'm much intrigued! What made you think it was my own story? Is it 'coz I used a first person narrative?
Dear Shadow and Dulce,
RE: Shadow's comment,
"The cloud is a dragoon
Yet, the moon keeps
Its shape"
these lines grabbed me immediately and played with my senses all the way to the end, nice one dulce!
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Daily I marvel at how you "poetry" peeps can ferret out the essence from another's words. I cannot do that--yet--and I AM envious--grin!
It does remind me though, e.g., how a musician can hear THREE chords in the FOURTH Wagner opera of the "Ring", and discern those same chords were used in the FIRST opera.
God has given us each many special talents, and our mission is to use those as best we can (and not become jealous of the other Peep's gifts/abilities)...
I emailed this to Shadow and Dulce, and thought, "What the heck, we're all sort of like family here, so.....PEACE!
Loved this dear Dulce!
But then, I love everything you write!
So romantic!
Margie
xx
Hermosas antiteses. Es eso el amor!
Wow...this is just spectacular. I love it. :)
A bird does not sing because it has an answer. It sings because it has a song…and everyone has their own way of doing things, thus their way of singing songs, thus their way of writing poetry.
very well done indeed -- so many great lines. and your last comment regarding the birds song, is truthfully beautiful. thank you for the reminder.
smiles,
simply beautiful.
You left me swimming in this paradox.
Excellent!!!
Besos:)
Definitely feels like an abyss.
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are you sure a "distance" relationship is for you?
this is a lovely look over the shoulder, or across the pond...
to be that unique!
The mind will never apprehend the truth of poetry or paradox. Only the heart can do that.
right on sweeter
JF
So much feeling.
So many directions.
Up and down
In and out
Here and gone
The poem pours them out
It overloads the mind.
Sometimes I feel like a bit of a paradox myself.
Dulce-I agree with the inkster. Great line about drowning. you write seemingly opposing thoughts but make them work with a powerful economy of words. Love to read you. By the way, this was HOT!!
~rick
Sweet poetry as always...very interesting poem...strong vocabs...I love it! keep it up my friend :)
Always love to read you, Dulce!
Lovely words and thoughts...
Orgasmic, yet sexless, is a dangerous and flirting concept to me.
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