Monday 7 April 2014

Silence

(a prompt from Studio30Plus to simply address the 3rd 
dictionary definition of "Love" : sexual passion or desire)


It is too tame a word for summer lightning
And the high winds over the moors.
Just a word,
Too small to contain new lives and dreams
And whispered forbiddens shared in smiling seething night.
A single sound
Cannot within it bind the shattering of ease
And its glorious rebuilding.
It should burn
Not sit so simply on the tongue
Lazy and heavy like an easy thing.  It should pounce
And grasp
And bite
And hold so close and for so long
That worlds could rise and fall unseen
And do.


8 comments:

  1. A wonderful treatment of the prompt. A passionate definition of love.

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  2. Definitely some great passion in this poem.

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  3. This is gorgeous - I especially like the trip of your fifth line.

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  4. Captivating. Seriously. I'm not very educated in poetry and consequently tend to shy away from it, but this grabbed me immediately and held me through to the end. Beautiful writing.

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  5. Nicely done!

    p.s. can I use "It should pounce" for our next prompt? :) email me at lamarienicole@live dot com if it's ok!

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  6. I like the opener. Grabby, like a great Love ought to be.

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  7. Beautiful, efficient, and strong. And yes, pounce it does indeed!

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