Ink Artist
Ink Artist
Jun 11, 2011

~shrinking violet

bashful, I hide between
pages in a book

and alone
I surf black seas of night
ride the tide of stars
and wash upon the shore
of moon-flower blooms
dilating my eyes

I dive from mountaintops
call out the names of gods
climb through desert desolation
as if by
one grain of sand at a time

and I am like dust
that floats aimlessly
in some solitary spin

with a wish
to dance with wildflowers
to hold passion in my palms
to hang poetry
in the vertical vining of waterfalls

About This Poem

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Country/Region: USA

Favorite Poets: Pablo Neruda

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Comments

K

I so look forward to your poems, Lori.

I'm reminded: "Forgiveness is the scent the violet leaves on the heel that crushes it." Attributed to Mark Twain and sometimes Einstein. Your poems early in the morning (when I write too) linger with me throughout the day.

~A

Ink Artist

you're far too kind and make me smile. :) thank you for your lovely comment. morning is my silence and my favorite time to write. I feel like my head is clear, not clouded with the day's worry (just yet) and my thoughts are fresh and original. nice to know you are a morning writer, too! :)

~lori

CCfire

CCfire

13 years 10 months ago

I love it all too Lori, my only nit pick and it's such a minor one is to remove the 'ing' from 'wishing' in that last stanza to just say 'wish' but it's a personal preference only either way the words you write here are lovely.

K

Hmmm. Ordinarily, I too often enough have *issues* with *ing*, in mine and other's works. However, in this poem the *vining* presents such clarity, that I would be remiss to suggest changes....not that one can't be found that would encapsulate the image with as much precision. It's just I don't have it.

~A

themoonman

This poem is a very pleasing read, not too sure about
the vertical vining, but still very calm imaging, perhaps one
or two too many "I's" ... but hey, it is what it is and this poem
works on many levels.

glad to make your acquaintance !

Richard