| An experiment with climbing rhyme that worked out quite well. Possibly the most joyful poem I have ever written. |
~arliddian
that's 'milady' to you.dancing on a tightrope
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ArtistI think you could be an artist, the kind who brings imagined worlds toArtist
life in finger-paints. You trace my skin with your hands, eyes intent and studious as if, when you are alone, you could close your eyes and draw me into the room.
by ~arliddian
Fear of flightWith gingered fingers, I touch your shoulders, afraid they might erupt with wings. What use is the love of a girl to a bird; the gravity-bound to the sky?Fear of flight
by ~arliddian
First touchYou push back my layers:First touch
hands pin the curtain of my hair, lips part lips. This is the first touch: our very centres brushing, the sudden meeting of teeth, bone to bone. And there it is, the fabled electricity that crackles through
future lovers, tingling from the first fleeting contact of hands. The spark is soothed by your well-known tongue, your well-loved mouth lingering on familiar paths that now seem so new. Our skeletons touch again, no longer strangers.
by ~arliddian
HeldInside the bowl of your hands, there trembles my pulse, wound tight with a tangle of teartracks and ink lines and feather-tipped quavers, bookmark-ribbon and silver crucifixes, the swirling curves of fresh-healed scars.Held
Cracked and chipped, so fragile a vessel, you are too delicate. The ends of me could slip out, unravel through your finger-spaces; my heartbeat could drip like ice cream – so cold, a useless mess on the floor.
But the One who set the rhythm of my blood is holding together your fissured surface, covering over your fractures, smoothi
by ~arliddian
Random Favourites
Point Reyes on Christmas"Wear your overcoat," you teased and so I did, the salty one stitched with seabreeze and constellationsPoint Reyes on Christmas
and an inner pocket for lip balm. Driving up I glimpsed you dancing on the sand then clambering onto impossible crags
where it seemed the lighthouse beacon would never reach, but it did and I smiled despite the clutching in my stomach.
I hadn't imagined it being awkward like a first date where the cologne wafts past and the instant of kissability
falls into my lap where the napkin and tablecloth edge linger, and yet here it was, the crossing of the Pacific and
by ~breathheld
look right through thisI don't know how to be bold brave (beautiful) can't voice the verse that bursts the page and wastes my waking hours so I leave it at laughter while the whole world's in love left watching waiting wanting the outside inlook right through this
smart mouth sharp tongue dull heart holding on and on and on and.. oh darling the day will surely come when the last one is the last one and this long list of lost love is no longer lacking
I am emotion expressed abstract (old-fashioned) polysyllabic (undercover) and
by *YouInventedMe
DensityTell me, lover, how the flooded sky peals the soul's vengeance,Density
the churning of autumn and echoing footfalls on the stairwell
with dusk tasting like our kisses in their eager, sanguine (bittersweet) youth.
Fearful of depths, I fled your embrace to fall swooning, each glance a brush of laden finishing, a heart-heresy.
Yesterday I sealed the last box, wiping my brow and wearing those sage, harried conversations
as only a crushed kite with torn webbing can muster in the face of distance.
Now, when I smile at you, there are only waves ebbing acro
by ~breathheld
you're the only secret I havethere is no sorrow like the sorrow of a sunny afternoon stretched out in the hollows of your life where once the past preferred to play we've now made wayyou're the only secret I have
for forced foundations of the future the hour grown more than a little late for the latter day saints of comfortable modern living
and when last we saw love back bent walking the fine line crooked he simply stared out over our heads pointing in absolutely no direction
though the wonder of it all does not escape me it's the unending questions
that linger longer than the answers I l
by *YouInventedMe
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- Current Residence: the sunshine state
- Interests: God, music, reading, piano, writing
- Favourite artist: God
- Favourite poet or writer: e. e. cummings, T.S. Eliot, David Malouf
- Favourite cartoon character: Daria
- Personal Quote: Listen to what I mean, not what I say
- Tools of the Trade: Pencil and notebook
- Email: arliddian@yahoo.com.au
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I am a poetry admin for *DailyLitDeviations.
interested in collaborating?
writer, photographer, painter, whatever(er) -
I'll mix with words with anything you've got.
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xo!
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I am a poetry admin for *DailyLitDeviations.
interested in collaborating?
writer, photographer, painter, whatever(er) -
I'll mix with words with anything you've got.
--
[Philippians 1:21]
xo!
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I am a poetry admin for *DailyLitDeviations.
interested in collaborating?
writer, photographer, painter, whatever(er) -
I'll mix with words with anything you've got.
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[Philippians 1:21]
your style is marvelous, and you seem to have a good grasp of the world around you - and how to write it.
so, you've been watched !
and we have the same favourite artist ! huzzah !
Oh, really? Awesome!
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[Philippians 1:21]
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