Poems

[zoolane]

First poem.
Cupping the fragment of life in my hands.
Cradling the fragile love.
That growing in my shaky hands.

Small heart at crying out for affection.
I give it what it heart desire.

Cupping the flowing of love.
I showed it and received it.
From cradling of my hands.

Second poem.
The necessity of the motionless body.
A touch of a brisk hand.
Slender fingers feeling your bump body.
Goosebumps show the stilled of your body.
Rough flannel sheet; gentle fallen on your body.

[aliengirl]

Hi zoo,
I'm checking the poetry thread after many days. I like the sentimental tone of the first one.

[hillwalker]

These both read like love poems written by a mother for her child. Some of the grammar gives us a bumpy ride but there's no hiding the sentiment behind them.

'The necessity of the motionless body' - wow, what a line.
What's happening there, zoo?

H

[zoolane]

These both read like love poems written by a mother for her child. Some of the grammar gives us a bumpy ride but there's no hiding the sentiment behind them.

'The necessity of the motionless body' - wow, what a line.
What's happening there, zoo?

H

That the my grammar for you.

The first was about mother's love and second is suppose be Partner watch their other half sleep after making love.

[zoolane]

The Winter Day.

Winter here with crystal and clear ice shield over the lake.
Transparent like looking through a mirror.
With line engrave in the froze water.
Glint of the glitter of newly fallen snow.
Grace the barest of the trees.
The fragile of small branch.
Cracking with the weight of white fluffy stuff.

[zoolane]

Hi zoo,
I'm checking the poetry thread after many days. I like the sentimental tone of the first one.

Thank you Aliengirl.

[zoolane]

The whimper of wind against the gate.
The thud on the post.
That keeping me wake.
Creaking of the wood.
The rattle of bushes with whisper of it all.
The Chinese whispers from one to other.
Down the street as wind make it round.

[hillwalker]

At least I was warm... and the reason I was asking what was happening is that your use of language has very suddenly become even more exciting and original. I can sense you've taken a good deal of care to choose the right words for their sounds as much as their meaning.

'The whimper of wind against the gate' - there's a line to savour!

The entire poem is a masterpiece in understatement

H

[Jerrybaldy]

I agree with Hill. ( You can rarely go wrong in doing that :) ) But seriously, I do, I can see the change in the way you are writing and I love to follow your journey Zoo.
best wishes
Jerry