Sylvia Plath, E.E. Cummings, Elizabeth Browning or your local artist.
My dear friend, Desirae and I stumbled upon a fun idea based on a dumb scenario last year. After a random bout of text messages and the phrase "No where my sweet lips go"; we decided on the poetry challenge. We both would take this phrase and create a poem and see what we both came up with. It was difficult but exciting.
After a year or more of being hidden, here it is.
This is dedicated to you Desirae Marks, Portland Native at heart, wonderful entrepreneur of the Treehouse, and the truest of the trues when it comes to friendship.
In the garden
My fingers grasp a bouquet
Delicate daisies intertwined with lovely lilacs
A perfect fit
For tiny hands
In the garden
My toes graze a pasture
Leaving nothing
Untouched
Leaving nothing
Undiscovered
A delve Columbus would have admired
In the garden
my head rests up on your trunk
your limbs as a guard
your leaves as shade
the air that caresses through your branches
sooth and speak
chimes that move
Every remain of body
Has been complemented
Every remain partnered
Except
My mouth
Until
The flawless appears
No where my lips go
2 comments:
i've read this three times.
goosebumps.
i love it... it's beautiful.
<3
My love! Ok when you called and read this to me.. I was in the office of The Treehouse working on insurance and payrole and I got hit with instant beauty. I literally dropped to the floor and couln't get up for many minutes after the poem was done.
You have my heart. Thank you for enchanting my ears that night, and thank you for posting this. :)
I dedicate this to you.... http://desiraemarks.blogspot.com/2010/05/no-where-will-my-sweet-lips-go.html
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