but you hold my attention with
the haiku of your hands
and tease my ear with your
oral vibrations – lips, teeth and tongue
all trilling to thrill.
You could be talking
tables or trains;
of religion, or restaurants;
of rhomboids or rain.
Your words feather my brain.
But the Morse in your eyes I can copy,
with its flashes of dashes and dots;
and I am fluent in the chatter of sunlight
as it babbles and bounces
off the buff of your skin.
Your lean, loose-translated,
means: “Well then, goodbye”,
when the taut curves of your departing back
and the bloom that unfurls
down the length of your nape
say clearly instead: “Hell, no, come!”
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Reviewed by J M (Reader)
Reviewed on March 19, 2007
Kate artistic and a very well crafted poem in word play and evolving emotions.
"But the Morse in your eyes I can copy,
with its flashes of dashes and dots;
and I am fluent in the chatter of sunlight
as it babbles and bounces
off the buff of your skin. " Wonderful job. XX HUGS Josie
'Your words feather my brain.'
Words of a feather are worn in a hat, right enough. Careful with the axe Eugene, all this talk of tables and trains; there's only so much sophistication that our cerebral capacity can retain and distil.
Morse? So you pick up the tanoy, peer deep into your beloved's submarine eyes, then tenderly call, 'Hello there at the bottom of the sea, tell me are your receiving me?' Can a person be so Davey Jones away?
I can't speak sunlight, but very often have to inerpret seeming ambiguities uttered in the twinkling of an eye.
Ah, 'Your lean, loose - translated' This opening line to the final stanza is clearly a referrence to the lean bacon we had before the war. Nicely grilled, with a good crisp ending, that once devoured, leaves us hungry for more.
You've been playing those mind games - are you a mind guerilla?
I love the tease here. We women know this language better than the men.We are always one step ahead. Perhaps it's that men really do know these answers but come up short when it's time to disect them.
You have it all right here and I'm smiling because if this.
Love,
Susan
Ahhh the language of love perhaps is not francais but instead the body language of sparkling eyes, smiling lips, hand movement, and the sensuality of just the right walk. Sweet Kate this is a true marvel of a write and I could almost put myself into the picture as a person of a different language trying to impress you without the abilitiy to tell you how I feel. Perhaps language is just another barrier to compensate for.
a fluent and enticing manifest scripted to be translated into what one says and what one really desires ... again, imagery is exceptionally developed and voicing is extremely effective in its affect ...
"But the Morse in your eyes I can copy,
with its flashes of dashes and dots;
and I am fluent in the chatter of sunlight
as it babbles and bounces
off the buff of your skin"
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"But the Morse in your eyes I can copy,
with its flashes of dashes and dots;
and I am fluent in the chatter of sunlight
as it babbles and bounces
off the buff of your skin. " Wonderful job. XX HUGS Josie
Love,
CJ
spring is indeed in the air, me thinks ;-)
wonderfully expressed!
peace,
carolyn
enjoyed this much
My God, Kate,
This is your best YET! Thrilling; stimulating; parlez vous, inDEED!!!!!!!!!!!! Saving this little number--yes.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Words of a feather are worn in a hat, right enough. Careful with the axe Eugene, all this talk of tables and trains; there's only so much sophistication that our cerebral capacity can retain and distil.
Morse? So you pick up the tanoy, peer deep into your beloved's submarine eyes, then tenderly call, 'Hello there at the bottom of the sea, tell me are your receiving me?' Can a person be so Davey Jones away?
I can't speak sunlight, but very often have to inerpret seeming ambiguities uttered in the twinkling of an eye.
Ah, 'Your lean, loose - translated' This opening line to the final stanza is clearly a referrence to the lean bacon we had before the war. Nicely grilled, with a good crisp ending, that once devoured, leaves us hungry for more.
You've been playing those mind games - are you a mind guerilla?
Regards
Dai
Love Tinka:)
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in america, karen lynn in texas. :D
Carole~
Understanding is only half the battle.
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
You have it all right here and I'm smiling because if this.
Love,
Susan
Fee
"But the Morse in your eyes I can copy,
with its flashes of dashes and dots;
and I am fluent in the chatter of sunlight
as it babbles and bounces
off the buff of your skin"
wow ...
Sandie May Angel :o)
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