Storm Watcher

[~Sophia~]

Storm Watcher

Would you understand if I said
I love you the way I love a tempest
gathering black pearls in the distance -
it culls and I turn. A thirsting leaf.

The way its violent rain sheets naked streets
in laughing children, minds racing -
vertical ponies stampeding asphalt rivers
to a concrete sea. Do you know

what it means when I say I love
you the way I love thunderheads
gathering hurricane children
unleashing me.

[TheFifthElement]

This is lovely Sophia, very passionate and expressive. I love the rhythm too, especially in the opening stanza, and how it builds, like a storm, and then is quiet. Invoking the spirit of the tempest as love. I like that. It's how I feel.

[PrinceMyshkin]

Storm Watcher

Would you understand if I said
I love you the way I love a tempest
gathering black pearls in the distance -
it culls and I turn. A thirsting leaf.

The way its violent rain sheets naked streets
in laughing children, minds racing -
vertical ponies stampeding asphalt rivers
to a concrete sea. Do you know

what it means when I say I love
you the way I love thunderheads
gathering hurricane children
unleashing me.



Would you in turn understand
how I love poetry that makes no claim
for itself beyond human utterance?

No one would think much of it
if, at the green-grocer, he or she
pointed at a particular grapefruit
and said That one,
not the other one...

How we like to trumpet
our declarations of love
or anguish, clear our throats,
straighten our ties or blouses
before letting the Important Words out

but I treasure something like this,
that seems almost like an afterthought
or a just remembered something
as, naked, you bend
to embrace your naked lover
for the first time

[~Sophia~]

Thanks TheFifthElement! For reading and for your gracious comment. I'm looking forward to digging in to a few more of yours which - from what I can tell so far - are wonderful!
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PrinceMyshkin, you are so clever. I don't think I'd ever be good enough to respond to a poem with a poem. And such a good one at that. You are really kind!

[~Sophia~]

On the advice of Admin, I'll be posting all my poems on this - my first thread...

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The Impotence of Love and Marzipan - by ~Sophia~

it’s not how much almond you put into love
or how much of yourself you put into marzipan
when the music has no lyrics - and the lyrics
have no meaning it’s a bittersweet caress of
texture and tongue - then emptiness

like an ink spot on the heart or
a torrent of transparent tears –
Barbie without hair
Jonas* without a voice

it’s not how much almond you put into love
or how much love you put into marzipan
you’re left wanting

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*Jonas Kaufmann

[~Sophia~]

reposted in its own thread.