Pouring Ink~

He pours Braille into my cup

his story roams my taste buds

I sample his prose de jour on the inside of my cheeks

little pebbles of exotic spice

bursting open

I swallow metaphors in amber casings

nectar on the underbelly of a rose

a little note of edible wafer

opens

a garden between my ribs;

the violin purrs under my palm

printing music into the nimble joints of my fingers

He paints Braille the length of my spine

a double helix

music

I am a living Haiga

a sensate geisha

an ornate teapot in my hand

I pour my Braille into his teacup

our fingers brush

generating

a new language

 

 

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Reviews

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

This makes me think of a poem entitled, "Braille," by John Lee Clark:

"The world rests on my lap.
If my finger is the sky,
Then under it the fields prosper.
Row after perfect row of buds
Bid me gather all I can.
The harvest is food for thought."

He was born deaf and lost his sight when he was an adolescent.

It's extraordinary to think of how those who have sight go through life blind to all the beauty around them. Thankfully, you are not one of those individuals. You have the gift of making all things beautiful.

Linda Marie

[emmajoy]

'soft the tread of thoughtful touch'?

what a beautiful poem .. symbolism with love's wandering, everything - however small, dignified and near miraculous.

[Ladysue]

I enjoyed the layer of meaning in here. This is a beautiful and poignant piece. There is so much beauty that sometimes our eyes can't see. A very good write...

[TheOther]

This is so beautiful and magical. These lines touched me. Brilliant work here.

[Sean M. Addams]

awesome job on this ... loved the detail in this piece alot ... you always put so much beauty into your work and it always shows ... brillant !!! you always impressive me with your writes!!

[Robin]

these words are one of my favorite places to pause and reflect ~

[Jae]

This is my favorite out of all your work! I love this so much!
our fingers brush

generating

a new language
such words!
you have created a wonderful piece of art, yet again.

[JENY]

wow….
Wonderful…
Hilarious…
Selene…
I have no words…
That much beautiful….
Your brain is gifted with the skill to explore….new realms of creativity…
Each time…

[Hellslastwarrior]

our fingers brush
generating
a new language
I am not sure what other people think of when they read that line, but personally i see the magical feeling of communication you have when theres a touch of skin between that person you like so much that you savour the moment your skin touches. It is a fantastic poem and it has alot of different meanings to it not just the one i picked out from the bucket of raw imagination!
Top rating from me Miss selene! :)
Ted - out.

[Aven]

I don't know why I havn't read this before. "our fingers brush, generating, a new language" were my favorite lines. It's just beautiful, I can't describe it. :)

[Mauricio Montoya]

awesome work, keep om writing