QUOD ERAT DEMONSTRANDUM
“But I am a witch and I take the weather with me and the past three days we had beautiful sunshine and it rained here in B……. and now today it is beautiful sunshine”
…seared salmon strips and salad
with a lemony vinaigrette, leaned back,
looked up as full and happy and content
as the moon rising over the river,
when thoughts of their own volition
flew to you to slide softly into that
warm bed where all wanderings and
wonderings dissolve into an embrace.
Since every sense is encompassed
By the delight of you
I quite literally cease to be
and in my place and in my arms
the softness of your skin
and its scent of orchids,
the slow inevitable rhythm of your breathing,
the smile which changes your eyes
and time’s fascination with your lips
and was only returned to the garden bar of
the riverside restaurant by tinny speakers
crackling into life and playing
“Everywhere you go,
You always take the weather,
16 responses so far ↓
SweetTalkingGuy // November 27, 2007 at 10:20 am
You make me feel hungry!
There’s some good poetry in there too!
But that tune - I just can’t get it out of my head!
Crafty Green Poet // November 27, 2007 at 5:46 pm
I enjoyed that, the transition from food to relationship and the smell of orchids always there
jo // November 27, 2007 at 7:08 pm
Did I not comment on this way back? Oh well, it is wonderful….sensuous, insinuating and brilliantly topped and tailed.
mariacristina // November 28, 2007 at 1:13 pm
I had to look up your title. I sort of had it figured out, but I wanted to be sure,
Your poem reads like a sixties romantic movie, like Breakfast at Tiffany’s. The dining, mixed with a memory of love, plus the sensual pleasures of eating leading to memories of love. The detail of the crackling speakers brought me back to reality, just like in the narrator’s thoughts. i like your poem.
amuirin // January 11, 2008 at 1:44 pm
thus it is proved…
quod erat demonstradum
Eric1313 // January 13, 2008 at 6:48 pm
There are places alive with energy
bright beaches hidden far away
in the back of clockwork minds,
dark places in alleys, on corners
in deserts, tundra, in the clouds of
planets remote and undiscovered
by keening eyes that would know
if only their heart could feel it.
Places that know
living days of warmth unnumbered
places that know
storming tantrums of weather
places where
night-long death sequences
are punctuated by resurrection
on the path of the dawn,
because nature favors the circle
in all of its greater and lesser forms
because…
ergo–
however…
and ever
and ever
will be the question and the answer
nature voiced by the wind
as my new first love kisses me
tonight by the shores of the river,
This place is alive–
We await
a resurrection by the coming dawn
Eric1313 // January 13, 2008 at 6:50 pm
Inspiration is priceless, Paul. Thanks and talk to you soon!
gingatao! // January 26, 2008 at 9:42 am
You are right, of course, my friend, though it is a fact I sometimes deeply regret.
Narnie // February 28, 2008 at 5:44 pm
and each time I read this, I smile. It is a very slightly different style for you with the trademark lilt and cartwheels that I have always marvelled in. There are so many beautiful lines in this that it is almost a sin to put them all together. Wonderful.
enigma // March 4, 2008 at 8:18 pm
Lovely, and I can still call the wind.
amuirin // March 26, 2008 at 10:47 am
hey..?
Paul // March 26, 2008 at 4:13 pm
Hey, yes? Amuirin?
harmonie22 // March 29, 2008 at 7:40 pm
I agree with Narnie, you hit a different note with this one. Paul, this is lovely! The energy within it, and that ’second voice’ that poetry pulls us into, both make the poem jump off the page.
I don’t know how I missed this post.
Selena | Cell Phones // May 6, 2008 at 3:34 pm
Sensuous, Beautiful, Charming are the words that strike my mind on reading this wonderful poetry. Amazing way to go!!!
Paul // May 6, 2008 at 6:51 pm
I tell what you if this link goes anywhere near flashing light ads for some crap product I will remove it, adverts everywhere dont hit this link above i am leaving it here as a warning, if you throw a link from here to some flashing popup bullshit advertising i will rip your heart out and feed it to satan,
Fabian G. Franklin // May 11, 2008 at 9:24 pm
Simply beautiful, I must say. The food just sounds delicious…And if I get to watch her sway, I’d stay and do the dishes. Waiter! An espresso, if you please with some real cream, I never dreamed of stars as bright as these. How they wash their faces in the sea, dancing on the briny waves, clapping their hands with glee. The elegant sequined blue gown she wears, the softness of moonlight on her hair, mimics the beauty of heaven above, no wonder we swoon with the moon in June. No wonder we fools must drool and fall in love.
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