Returning

Returning

A Poem by V.B.
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If all my poems were foods, this one would be a cupcake.

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the evening was dressed in a deep August purple,
and the twilight air felt less like atmosphere
than a draught of a soft, vanilla smoke, that
slid over our skin till it dripped from our fingertips
with every last grace of a calm and velvet honey
returning to the earth.

and we'll never forget the mist,
or how it hung like a stained-glass window
of orange and silver and lime
while it bent the most stubborn needles of sunset
away from the precious tapestry of moonbeams
returning to the sky.

but it was the truth of the shadows,
as they rolled lazily from shingle to sidewalk,
that served to wash the moment clean of nostalgias
which might otherwise weary we fortunate few, who were,
though barely afloat on this stream of consciousness,
returning to the stars.

© 2011 V.B.


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I loved the journey, the trip, the ride through the cosmos, the search for beauty and truth as the underlying message seen in nature. And I specifically love that you were open to it all, with your arms wide, receiving the gift of natural occurrence, taking it inside your heart. Awesome.

Posted 13 Years Ago


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i really like this, amazing writing the journy you took me on was reall great. very inspiring!

Posted 13 Years Ago


the dream like quality to the trail of silken descriptions is enthralling~ a literary appetizer~

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

this poem has a flow like: velvet water

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I loved the journey, the trip, the ride through the cosmos, the search for beauty and truth as the underlying message seen in nature. And I specifically love that you were open to it all, with your arms wide, receiving the gift of natural occurrence, taking it inside your heart. Awesome.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Quite the other-worldly feel to this one. This piece would be worth reading even if it only contained the phrase "which might otherwise weary we fortunate few." What a beautiful fluidity.

Posted 13 Years Ago


Wow!!! What a reverberation of words and sounds... I found myself holding my breath through the second stanza, wondering if the piece could maintain its momentum until the end....
....we fortunate few, who were,
though barely afloat on this stream of consciousness,
returning to the stars.

Felt it!

Posted 13 Years Ago


a co-worker brought in a frosted cupcake air freshener for our office, I've craved sweets for two days . . . I think I'll start coming to these words and salvage my diet from now on

they are beautiful words, and I call them sweet in the best possible way

Posted 13 Years Ago


sweet :). three phrases painting a splendid image and molding words to fit the visual :). very nice!

Posted 13 Years Ago


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an atmospheric little snap-shot. packed with sensuality. the descriptions are very touchy-feely- and i've noticed b4, how you use light and colour so well.

Posted 13 Years Ago


And a delicious cupcake it would be, excellent and the picture your words give us is outstanding. This is a favourite.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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