Sing the Sing-Song Silence of wind.
Bliss the crisp Willow Snap Sound of heat.
Suck the gushing juices of a Ripe Mango day.
Soak in the sultry, hazy fog of a Harlem Moon.
Peel the woven layers of a too much Cloud in Clothes.
Smack the Fleshy tones of a too Slick, Slip skin.
Dab the Droplets of an Hour in the indie sailed Ship.
Shhh the dragonfly winged thoughts and Kiss Them asleep.
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oh. my. heavenly days.
this poem is so good, d'arcy. i hate saying good because that's not enough. but it is good.
i love your imagery, the senses that you evoke.
it's amazing.
get it published.
seriously.
Thank you!!!
Honestly this means a whole lot to me because I thought that poetry was the one place I could just never go and create anything worth while. Growing up my best friend was this AMAZING poet and I knew I couldn't compete, so I never really even tried. It's just been the past three months really that I have tried to capture some things in a poem.
This one might only make sense to me, but I really liked it, so knowing you do too is sweet!
Now that is a jazz poem. You were really feeling harlem, weren'tyou?
This is a poem with such delicious words, I had to read them out loud to Kevin so we could relish the music of them! The thoughts are so vivid and magical. Truly amazing. I can see it accompanied by visuals (photos? watercolors?). I see a book forming...
Thank you for sharing this. It is truly great. I am serious when I say that I hope this is a hint of more poetry to come!
Thanks Rowena and Alisa. Coming from two such poets and artists as yourselves, it means a lot. I think poetry is the hardest art form for me to put out there. But this has been a pretty painless experience, so thanks!!
And yeah, Harlem and D'Arcy, we bond together quite tightly.
Love that D'Arcy.... really really good, girlfriend.
Thank you for sharing that with us ground-dwellers. :-)
I'm going to copy/paste/print and tack it up on the wall in my office when I need a pick-me-up. :-)
Due props will be given, I can assure you. :-)
Cool poem D'Arcy - your wealth lies between your ears.
Lovely! A bit cummings/Hopkinsesque.
Do you think that visitors have more poetic eyes than residents? I read something by Bob Dylan lately to that effect -- that he wouldn't have been as good a poet about things he saw often -- it was his transient lifestyle that made his writing possible.
So does that doom rooted people to a prosaic life? That it's impossible to truly see and celebrate things that are overfamiliar?
Maybe I need to stop thinking and take a trip! I will try to write an ode to Seattle next month....
I love this! You are so in tune with yourself, and your senses.
A very sensual, literally. Thank you for sharing it.
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