raj
Oct 07, 2015

Frosted Glass

While liquid emotions thicken into chilly icicles
imprisoned within a brittle psyche
the longing draws your warmth
caressing a promise
of thy lips sipping my nectar

in that overwhelming moment
enveloped by your cozy warmth
tears roll down to greet you
drenching my cheeks
your touch turns them
into dew

About This Poem

Style/Type: Free verse

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: Somewhere in the world, IND

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Comments

Sparrow

A vision of beauty and so well written, no need to say more,
Yours as always, Ian..

lovedly

what else can loved say ?
just the nectar of dew
due from you

Rula

Rula

9 years 6 months ago

What a lively capture raj!

Just wondering why have you used "turning" instead "turns" or "turned"

R

Thanks Rula for your appreciative exclamation. As for the use of the word "turning" it was because the poem runs in present tense. I agree turns could still be used. Why do you think "turning" is not an appropriate usage?

Between this poem and Lovestruck could be a result of an infection of :"hiding emotions in metaphors" work shops which I used to peekaboo into from time to time as a learning experience...lol..

Regards,

Rula

Rula

9 years 6 months ago

by sense I thought you need a verb here while "turning" as used here a gerund and is a noun.