Hi Nora, Aren't we all, new to this, that is? No matter how long I've been writing, each time I sit down to write a poem, the process feels so new. But you've written a lovely poem and you have no reason to explain it as a "new." The poem stands, ready to be read as all others. I especially like the repetition in it, the blanket showing up repeatedly, the "curls" and "twists and turns." It's a solid image and hopefully you feel good about it! Robbin
Wow...I love, love "My breath is thick with absence." What a line! Ending with that line is another option. Thank you for sharing your poem with us. It is evocative.
Hi, so new to this.
Tattered blanket curls in gentle waves
unbroken, trembling toward release
still warm, still cradling
one so lately there
Sand castle definition ebbs
at tidal command
the green woolen blanket
is pulled away and
smoothed into practical folds
ready to embrace
another body and soul
anxious for its warmth
For a moment, it remembers
the twists and turns,
the midnight prayers
of one so lately there
Hi Nora, Aren't we all, new to this, that is? No matter how long I've been writing, each time I sit down to write a poem, the process feels so new. But you've written a lovely poem and you have no reason to explain it as a "new." The poem stands, ready to be read as all others. I especially like the repetition in it, the blanket showing up repeatedly, the "curls" and "twists and turns." It's a solid image and hopefully you feel good about it! Robbin
Thank you so much for the warm welcome! And I very much appreciate your kind comments, Robbin.
First, the spiked air of clary sage,
then the slow melt into mint
and the sharp sweetness of star anise.
Soon a field of lavender rises,
and in its haze, cedars lift,
tall as your shadow.
The bottle warms in my palm.
Hours drift. Lavenders fade.
Now the air is dusted with tonka,
soft as memory turned to powder.
And I inhale nothing.
My breath is thick with absence.
Please, let me forget.
Let this scent carry away
whom I refuse to name.
Wow...I love, love "My breath is thick with absence." What a line! Ending with that line is another option. Thank you for sharing your poem with us. It is evocative.
You are right, good idea. Thanks! :)