What came together,
in an immediate eternity
- translucid,
like the mystery elucidated
then graciously hushed -
what came together,
was a surprise
at a pivotal moment,
gently rocking pieces of you, of me, of us.
Lashes meet
in the candlelight,
I see the dripping soft wax
of your pale eyelids
and skin cries
while quietly you smile
from your chair
and I see wings
instead of wheels,
my skin smiles...
your chair, my cradle.
I could rave... you brilliant, brilliant girl! 1: that shape-- awesome! right off the bat, I saw a few images: a wavering top with a relatively straight bottom-half, and I thought... hmmmmm candle? But wait... could be a person kneeling... 2: so I read, and was thinking "Big Bang?" and the poem totally works with that theory until you get to the second half. 3: So I change my second-guessing tactics, and just read... 4: liquid imagery so mind-popping wonderful... 5: I see pale skin of the aged, a rocking chair, and a grandaughter (so much love...) and then 6: I think, you know (my didactic mind getting control of me again) if she were to change that "chair" to foot stool, then my first reading would totally work again... candles, kneeling, devotion.... and ....subtle, gentle, feminine movements, dripping wax --"skin smiles" I love it! It all works beautifully. :) --Charlie
Nice thougths Axilea...the pivotal moment sends the mind into a variety of imagination...along with that immediate eternity...your expression od two combined into a specialty of smiles and skin, the very essence of a candlelite event...
The surface images are excellent in themselves and can stand alone; what lies beneath resonates subtly, a lasting vibration..."like the mystery elucidated then graciously hushed..."
Yes, wings indeed instead of wheels.
John
Zara’s Bois:
When the powers-that-be make the decision to return a selfish party-girl to Earth on three missions of redemption, can romance and mayhem be far behind? One hot and trendy gay nightclub, two bickering angels and three unlikely p
in the candlelight,
Your poetry is so captivating. I can really see the picture you pain. Skin crying...amazing.
Wonderful words.
Carolhawks
Be always safe,
Karen
Regards
David
nice poem...
Art Sun...
and skin cries
while quietly you smile
from your chair
and I see wings
instead of wheels,
my skin smiles...
your chair, my cradle.
-David
hugs
Fee
Edwin
Yes, wings indeed instead of wheels.
John
instead of wheels,
Lovely sentiments are expressed within your verses, Axilea. Thank you for sharing this gift. Love and best wishes,
Regis
Sandie Angel :o)
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.