I want to be a song
lilting across
fields, playing with the
wind, rising
through the night
ready to be taken
to bed
like a wet dream
the stain leaves
a memory
a singer rolls me
in her throat
a player fills his
fingers with me
low pedals moan
resonate me
I trill in the
mouths of birds
and curl around
branches
bright and mellow
rich and deep
I am the scream
in a leopard's throat
7 comments:
What a fantastic ending. This poem is beautiful and powerful. The twists of language and the images are spectacular. I love it.
Sorry to pelt you with so many comments in one day. I'm obviously catching up on reading but having a great time doing it. Your work is wonderful, Holly. These lines just sing:
"low pedals moan
resonate me
I trill in the
mouths of birds
and curl around
branches
bright and mellow
rich and deep"
Beautiful.
Holly, what a stunning, imaginative poem. You are so good at metaphor. Not good, great! Lovely sound, too.
I felt that song become live, assume other lives, identities, essences,and then the shocking ending. Unforgettable.
"The stain leaves a memory" is really wonderful. I like this one a lot.
Thanks guys! I am crazy with school...just something that came out. I have been listening to a lot of music lately while grading and whatnot.
this poem rises
and then hints to
falling
into deep valleys
shimmering
i like the sound of this poem.
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