Black Poetry : Indian Summer-the breath of mercury

I carry a ghost defined by memories
intangible reflections of tangible moments
that speed past so fast
my head spins in all directions at once

my body reels and shudders from a chill
that is so warm the sun itself feels
like ice...and I burn slowly
like kerosene pulled through
the wick of a lamp

flickering on an old mahogany table
in the center of space
with spheres of recollection
revolving in collapsing orbits
around me

and I pause to consider
a particular moment
that pulsates like a newly born star
within my menagerie of thought
and the unforgettable bliss of
remember when

our lips charted tongues of flame
and we became our own language
deciphered through touch
spoken in frenchkiss vernacular
that gave us both a headrush
so spectacular we fell out of ourselves
and into each other and out of sync

with the there and then
which was the here and now
of the moment when we held
the world together and tasted the sea
churning behind our lips

BCB2002
Legendof_1_Spirit

 

Now this is...

so uniquely different. Visuals are on every line. You paint so well. I have not had the pleasure of welcoming you. Obviously, you have more jewels here somewhere. I love to go back, so I am sure I will run across some mo of yo beautiful work.

Loving your style and perception...Joyce

 

Legend..

Beautiful piece!

thanks 4 sharing.

Epiphany

 

Wow

This is so beautiful and nicely flo'd. If this is your Oops! Scribe On Poet! Tight piece. I'm diggin it.


Poetically Turn'd Out!
CCBSKYN

 

<appears suddenly>

Thank you Joyce for the read and the compliments. You speak as if you have not read any of my work before. Considering the fact that I don't float through here often, I understand if you have forgotten me.

Epiphany, thanks for the read. Glad you consider my jumble of words to be beautiful.

Rich, so you enjoyed my other worldly painting of an ordinary moment?

Cocobutterskyn, thanks for the read and the compliment. Glad you enjoyed it. But no this wasn't my "oops". I'll let you know when I post that one.

Thanks again for the readings and responses. It is truly an inspiration.

<disappears>

 

Brotha Legend-o-1-Spirit

I submerged my mental into the warm depths of this piece in its entirety the requisite 7 times in order to receive my healing...

My change came when my third eye glimpsed a reflection of a time I won't soon forget:

"...and I pause to consider
a particular moment
that pulsates like a newly born star
within my menagerie of thought
and the unforgettable bliss of
remember when

our lips charted tongues of flame
and we became our own language
deciphered through touch
spoken in frenchkiss vernacular
that gave us both a headrush
so spectacular we fell out of ourselves
and into each other and out of sync..."

My change came, all over again.

Thank you for speaking words that pierce the soul and causes the heart to remember!

a

 

...>floats in>

Alyce, if my poem brought back memories for U, then I am honored and humbled. I was writing of a moment within many moments, one that is unforgettable and fresh. One that isn't bound by the constraints of time and place. A moment that is a world all to itself.

Thank U so very much for the read and the response. U inspire me.

<floats out<...

 

this is fantastic!!!

"10"

blak