it’s getting more and more lonely
this December night,
lost childhood
and weary elves
and weary elves
which no longer occur
no more kisses under mistletoe
my courage trembling
no more kisses under mistletoe
my courage trembling
at my temples,
my chest getting impatient
my chest getting impatient
like my thighs
wonderful neglected verbs
longing to emplore
somewhere to grasp
my new miracle
my axiom
or just a manger…
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13 comments:
Beautiful Dulce! I hope you will consider sending me an email about what you are grateful for to add to this year's gratitude word quilt. It will be posted on my blog on Dec 31st. I am collecting expressions of gratitude from around the world.
Gentle steps,
Laura
lovely dulce...neglected verbs...how sad...i feel the longing within this...and sad at no more mistle toe... : (
Enjoyed this so much. There is definitely some longing behind your words for more on these December nights.
Truly longing to behold in this tale you told. Such a vivid and heartfelt piece, nicely done!
love how this whispers of the winter blues mixed with writers block. for me it seems anyway. another beautiful verse, thank you!
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so sad
The loneliness here is so strong to me. The speaker looking to hold on to someone, something stronger than they are. Or maybe just to hold.
Lovely work, Dulce
somewhere to grasp my new miracle...wonderful word weaving...hope, desire, longing, and want, enjoyed much!
Your poem speaks to me of a bud of creativity ripening to burst forth in the coming year.
Beautifully written; hestitant, yet expectant.
A bit pulled in to the point I'm not sure what I am feeling or thinking besides that I know I liked it because if I didn't, I don't think it would not have spoken to me the way it did! This was very touching to me... very amazing poem!
Right here with you Dulce
"no more kisses under mistletoe
my courage trembling
at my temples,
my chest getting impatient
like my thighs
wonderful neglected verbs
longing to emplore"
Yup I couldn't just choose one. It's right there with my newest poem "Wilt" on my blog. http://poetwhispers.wordpress.com/2011/12/22/wilt/
"My chest getting impatient / Like my thighs" and "No more mistletoe" speak exactly to where I am now.
It's such a big honor to me that you have had the time to come, to visit, read and comment.
THANKS a million for your so meaningful 'concerns.'
I am sincerely delighted and grateful for this.
MERRY CHRISTMAS to all my readers.
BE at peace and love- sense them both. :-)
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D.
On one hand, you sound very lonely, forlorn, sad, Dulce. Like "nobody love me" etc.
Then again, you write about your new miracle! So...there is hope?
As usual, I have trouble understanding ...BUT...as usual, your writing is (phew!) WOW! so good!
HAPPY DAYS OFF, teacher!
and...PEACE!
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