A~~~~~~~a~

~humbled flower seeking water~

Tulip patterns in crimson

tattooed

on the underside of my phantom eucharist

a portrait between my hands

I pour the color from my eyes

into the glass

under a windmill

orbiting blades against the clouds

I am looking for you in the frame

drawing hearts in the condensation

with my fingertip . . . .

 

 

©2010SELENESKYE

Author's Note

~waiting for the powder blue vase to fill with water for the flower~

Reviews

[Solidad]

"drawing hearts in the condensation with my fingertip . . . ."
I often find myself doing that. Simply put and it gets the point across quite eloquently. I commend you for that because this poem wouldn't have had the same effect if you would've drowned it in...oh hell what's the word I'm looking for...extravagant wording. (Isn't exactly what I was going for but it works.) You know when to hold back as oppose to drenching the reader with excess. Bravo =)

[Art]

Nice work Selene...

[Moonflower]

Divine~Pouring colors into a cup~what a lovely line, this was a very surreal and effectiive write, just beautiful, as always..you leave me breathless~

[alan peter kelly]

this piece needs no additional words....its expectant air empowers the work even more...each phoneme / morpheme perfectly placed....and the coloured words are stars in the eyes of its universe...Harold Pinter (my favourite playwright) utilized the pause to confer importance on silence...the final dots are hopeful...positive...i am certain it is not a story bound for tragic end...this is the purest of magic...

[Prose-full]

This is beautiful pen...so rich in purely painted emotion...

"...patterns in crimson

tattooed

on the underside of my phantom eucharist

a portrait between my hands..."

Just brilliant [pen]

[My Fair Lady]

A watercolor postcard sent from your distance, yet making me feel so close, as if i watched your every stroke. How I love my Soul Sister Selene.

[Tate Morgan]

Oh to see the world through your eyes.Love the song .

[Bard Constantine]

So elegantly descriptive so that no word is wasted, the paragon of what poetry is...

[Pax Analog]

This poem is so achingly beautiful it brings tears to my eyes. Precious tulip.

"Phantom eucharist" is infinitely haunting.

The accompanying image blends seamlessly; my first impression was exquisitely lyrical film montage, a scene to baptize the heart in, an ineffable elegance vibrating heart strings, Kosmic strings, lyre strings. . .

The windmill sings, energizes, engages quixotic wanderings. . .

The subtle movement of your heart-drawing fingertip is divine -- as is your very existence.

I hope the vase reveals itself to you.

[Marianne]

...and I inhale the heart that is you, frame you in my mind, offer the vase ~

how I missed reading you, finding you in the pictures you draw, tattooed on my soul !!
This is short, yet trails a thousand miles across my soul, so clear, yet a phantom breath away that lasts forever !!