Sudden Yellow Clouds

Recapture a day when
summer brushed our skin
golden, when the sky
bloomed a brief, intellectual blue.
We lay in the green grass watching,

as the sudden yellow clouds
rushed overhead, filling the gaps
in the scene.

You picked a buttercup,
placed it against my skin, my breasts,
does it like butter?
you said.

Later I pressed it between the pages
of a book that you gave me,

a life extinguished,

to be recaptured later;
soft, faded yellow blooms,

your hand on my breast
a brief, intellectual blue.

sweet, sensuous, naturally ineffable, i love it. My favorite line, which i interpret as a breath, a pause in the revelry and magic of that moment lived:

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Originally Posted by quote

a life extinguished,

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the only thing that's not working for me is 'intellectual blue,' a mere hiccup in my reading of what is otherwise delicious.

Thank you Jon :D

I could explain the 'intellectual blue' but the story is so long and vague that there's no point! Suffice to say that it came from an amalgamation of a number of thoughts and, somehow, it just belongs there.

Lovely Fifth ! A quite different from other poems of yours. I enjoyed reading this one.

I love the sensuality of this poem. I'm not sure what it is, but it really struck a personal chord with me. I keep reading it trying to figure out what detail, what turn of phrase, what phonetic sound captures my attention.

Woops accidently hit the post button early lol I have more to say so I'll edit.

It's by far my favorite poem posted on here. Very good.

All i see is excellence.

wonderful.

Does it like butter? Um...Am I the only guy on this site willing to openly say that this is a darn sexy line of poetry if I've ever seen one?!?!! :p Fifth, they love it, they're just too shy to admit it!


You picked a buttercup,
placed it against my skin, my breasts,
does it like butter?
you said.

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Originally Posted by jon1jt

Does it like butter? Um...Am I the only guy on this site willing to openly say that this is a darn sexy line of poetry if I've ever seen one?!?!! :p Fifth, they love it, they're just too shy to admit it!


You picked a buttercup,
placed it against my skin, my breasts,
does it like butter?
you said.

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JON...I'm not a guy but I think it's a pretty sexy line too. :D Darn! Wish I had thought of it first. ;) The way WE always did this was holding a dandelion to our chinny chin chins. Now...if only I had a handsome fellow to lead me to a grassy field of green, if only there were buttercups, if only it weren't so cold for this test.....**SIGH**
Does it like butter?...wow, have I thought of some good comeback lines. ;)

Man oh man Fifth, you have blown my Colors thread to bits with just ONE POEM! Beautiful.

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Originally Posted by ampoule

Man oh man Fifth, you have blown my Colors thread to bits with just ONE POEM! Beautiful.

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The colour of butter
we know all too well,
but you have yet to write
of the colour of love!

And yes, Ms Fifth, I heartily concur with all that has been said in praise of this poem.

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Originally Posted by jon1jt

Does it like butter? Um...Am I the only guy on this site willing to openly say that this is a darn sexy line of poetry if I've ever seen one?!?!! :p Fifth, they love it, they're just too shy to admit it!


You picked a buttercup,
placed it against my skin, my breasts,
does it like butter?
you said.

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Jon, quite the contrary, I just read it and I love the entire poem, but especially this fine and sexy moment put to words.

Fifth, this both a sad and beautiful poem. The imagery is exquisite.

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Originally Posted by TheFifthElement

Recapture a day when
summer brushed our skin
golden, when the sky
bloomed a brief, intellectual blue.
We lay in the green grass watching,

as the sudden yellow clouds
rushed overhead, filling the gaps
in the scene.

You picked a buttercup,
placed it against my skin, my breasts,
does it like butter?
you said.

Later I pressed it between the pages
of a book that you gave me,

a life extinguished,

to be recaptured later;
soft, faded yellow blooms,

your hand on my breast
a brief, intellectual blue.

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Indeed they are beautiful lines, deeply moving, a human situation intermingled with a natural setup.

Thanks everyone!

:lol: :lol: 'does it like butter' - glad I didn't go with 'do you like butter' which was the original line, somehow it doesn't carry the same meaning. Yes ampoule, if only it were summer *sigh*.