i long to open you
the way the letter opener
desires to slip between
the thin layers of the envelope
to free the message within
your letters are breaths
whispered, imprints on
time both more substantial
than flame susceptible pages
but as pale as dissolving gossamer
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I’m almost there. Hard though not to read the first bit as slitting a throat or artery, and difficult to shake that once I realize that wasn’t your intention. Or was it? Sort of an intentional Dark Crow undercurrent?
Every act of consummation, even apotheosis, inherently is an act of destruction. Or something.
The Dark Crow
🦇no crow or raven emoji so a bit will have to do.
This is so good, I decided to forgive the last word you added at end…it’s my most detestable word. Don’t know why. But I overlooked it due to previous content:)
I appreciate that, though if I edit this later, that word seems a little cliche. It’ll probably go the way of Stephen Foster. 😁
In Defense of Glimmer
I say we double-down on glimmer
That glimpse of limnal,
The promise but never the light itself
Drawing us under, inside,
The world, our eyes
chasing a fire that evades our certainty.
The final salvation of Glim over Glam*
How could we live
if everything was so obvious,
What else would bring us
to the heart
*Proto-Germanic *glim-, which also is the base of Old English glæm “brightness”
(link to drag Charley back into the fray… https://lifeinportofino.wordpress.com/)
that poem you wrote was so slim
and yet brimming with vigor and vim
sad, i must say
i would’na writ it that way
and mine would be ten shades more grim
Ahahaha! Particularly since I misread “Glimmer” for “Gossamer”!!!
Is this in defense of gossamer?
Not by me. I refuse to defend anything I say. 🙃
don’t mind me…
With your pictures next to the comment, it looks like you’re settling in to watch…
Ha. Forget I ever divulged my feelings on a particular word. But Qbit, your poem is fantastic in this comment:)
Ohhh noooo!I misread it!!!
A ha ha ha 😂
I was so proud of my slam!!! Ahahahaha!
A serendipitous occurrence.
Hilarious! Shall I write a poem about a “glimmer of an eyesight?”
I think you should. 😘
My apologies; I meant a “glimmer of a word.”
Yes, that too.
Once more, with feeling:
Crow strips gossamer
Of plastic wrap, caws with beaky delight
Shakes tears teases rips
Rainbows of their oily sheen
Fair is foul and foul is fair
Quoth the witches three
This for the covet
This for the greed
This to bejewel
Ah, a Crow poem! MacBeth’s witches are here, as well. Bravo, Q! Crows do love shiny things but aren’t at all particular — jewels and plastic wrap grace their nests.
Sorry, darling, but you know how you are with shiny things. How many times have I seen you inhaling lines of glitter? Your beak looked like a Christmas tree!
Ha ha ha! 🎄 ⭐️
I, too, have a poem!
Witches 3 summon crow
and tie ribbons to his beak.
Gossamer strands entrap
black feathers and slither
’round willowy feet.
Spread your wings,
my ebony bird,
cackles a witch in heat.
Come nest betwixt my legs.
My Venus Mound
shall be your Parakeet.
oh my god. a foursome.
You can never have too many somes.
So wicked. 😈
😀 😀 All in good fun, my lovely Charles.
I come, Greymalkin!
Okay, to quote the noted philosopher and theologian [Qbit], BS! Gossamer is cliche, and possibly was before Nat Cole sang Just One of Those Things. It also lessens the impact of this awesome poem. “…dissolving blood ink.” “…dissolving heartbeats.” “…dissolving edible panties.” Give us (your adoring readers) something to sink our beaks into!
Otherwise, this IS an awesome poem.
Forgive the rant…. I just think you’re better than that word.
Man, you guys are harsh. 😃
Sorry. Gossamer is fine! …really. 🙂
No, no. Stand by your convictions. I said in a previous comment that if I revisit this poem, that word would be changed.
I wasn’t backing down. I was being amusingly ironic. Well, or making the attempt. Truthfully, I would like gloves off feedback as well.
Never change your voice for us, the unwashed rabble
I don’t think my voice is going to change and probably not my word choice, either. ❤️
While my comment is awaiting moderation, I will say that I used the word once in regards to fairies. It’s a pretty word
It is a pretty word. But I think I settled on it rather easily for this poem. But I’m not the best critic of anyone’s work, especially not my own.
This is a breathy, sensual poem, and I enjoyed it very much… “gossamer” works here. I only hope you don’t get a paper cut on your tongue… that doesn’t feel like gossamer at all.
Thank you, Rose 🌹. I’m glad it made you all breathy.
Oh my gosh, how could it not?! I’m still clinging to this oxygen tank. 😀
I didn’t know how to link back to you, but I took a whack at gossamer. Take a look and tell me what you think, LOL!
Are you talking to me or Rose?
Ah, Rose I think. I assume you will get pinged on everything.
I think this poem is perfect.
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