To Linger

O, bliss abound,
thy resonant sound;
keep me in your chatter.

O, moderato moans,
pulsing blood - cracking bones;
I shut my eyes and listen.

O, gray monologue:
A midnight melted in fog;
you submerse us in the present.

O, silk river,
which overflows and quivers;
let me be thy brook-born rock.

O, petite fingers
squeeze mine, and linger
here; attached they are to thou my art.

O, hushed hums-
wherefore my cure comes-
let thy gentle gusts echo.

O, sweet saliva,
my lips and tongue survive the
jovial assault of your poison.

Reviews

[Cryingkate]

No Fair !
You must of been peeking in my computer today. I was shopping for New Bedding, I am lokking to find something soft, sensuous and romantic.
Then you stepped into my poems and introduced yourself, which led me to your Beautiful romantic poems.
If i could only wrap up into your poems I could end the shopping.
Beautiful.

[Dalton]

Connie, you're funny! Maybe I've commited my life to the wrong venture. I'll start my bedding design immediately.
Thanks, in all seriousness, for your sweet words.
D

[Cryingkate]

Ha ! You just gave me inspirational idea. I'll let it fester and see what bubbles to the top :-)read moreHa ! You just gave me inspirational idea. I'll let it fester and see what bubbles to the top :-)

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

The first three lines are so songful. They are literally like music, and I immediately felt the rhythm. From that point forward, however, the rhythm changed on me; and I just couldn't find my way again.

For me, this would have worked so well with an A,A,B,C,C,B rhyme scheme.

As ever, it is quite evident that poetry is your passion and you are definitely a perfectionist. I can really appreciate that.

[Dalton]

I appreciate your candid review.
I used to be a serious musician, before I realised my writing was better than my former band. Maybe the musicality in this piece came from the internal rhythms, maybe not. I like your observation.
Thank you pointing out how this poem could be improved; you're right I am perfectionist. I will certainly take your advice, and reevaluate this piece.
Thank you kindly,
D

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

That's so funny. I actually starting writing by writing songs, which eventually evolved into poetry. When I write though, I always feel that musicality, the rhythm, and flow. I think it definitely makes for better poetry.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i think this is a poet's poem...there is the melting into the words, being "brook-born rock" the muse might play with us...she might assault us sometimes with a poison that stops us from writing...yet, we want to hear the echoes of the words, linger in the creativity....

j.

[Dalton]

Perhaps it is a poet's poem. I didn't realise that this piece was acknowledging a muse, but interpretively, it is.
You're observations are always welcome,
D