It's been kind of a crazy week and I ran late on time to take some new shots for Slice of Lime. It's also the last day or April, which is National Poetry Month and I didn't quite do nearly what I wanted to do with that this month either. All that is my lovely excuse for reposting 3 old shots which I paired with poems. The first is an original I wrote in memory of a friend and posted 3 years ago. The second comes with my apologies to William Carlos Williams for what I've done to his Danse Russe, also from about 3 years ago. The third is Sara Teasdale straight up, which I first posted about 2 years ago. I hope you enjoy. Whether you read the works of another poet, mimic a poet's genius or whimsy, or create poetry all your own I hope some words sing to your spirit today and that you'll share them.
Butterfly Soul 2/06
Clouds obscure the sun
as I sit alone.
A flicker of orange
dances before me
and rests on my hand.
The tickle of your footsteps
brings a dawning smile.
I marvel over your grace,
your beauty,
your joy.
I reach to caress your paper wing.
You rise to the sun.
I watch the rays receive you,
feel their warmth
on my face.
as I sit alone.
A flicker of orange
dances before me
and rests on my hand.
The tickle of your footsteps
brings a dawning smile.
I marvel over your grace,
your beauty,
your joy.
I reach to caress your paper wing.
You rise to the sun.
I watch the rays receive you,
feel their warmth
on my face.
Lime Dance (with apologies to W.C.W.)
If I when my husband is reading
and the children are doing homework
and the sun is a flame white disc
in silken mists
above my pine trees,-
If I in my kitchen
dance in my apron, grotesquely
before my chromed stove
waving my towel round my head
and singing softly to myself:
'Come on home
and turn me on.'
If I admire my arms, my face,
my shoulders, breasts, buttocks
against the yellowed panelling,'
Who shall say I am not
the happy genius of my household?
(adapted from William Carlos Williams' Danse Russe, song lyrics form Norah Jones' Turn Me On)
Dreams by Sara Teasdale
I gave my life to another lover,
and the children are doing homework
and the sun is a flame white disc
in silken mists
above my pine trees,-
If I in my kitchen
dance in my apron, grotesquely
before my chromed stove
waving my towel round my head
and singing softly to myself:
'Come on home
and turn me on.'
If I admire my arms, my face,
my shoulders, breasts, buttocks
against the yellowed panelling,'
Who shall say I am not
the happy genius of my household?
(adapted from William Carlos Williams' Danse Russe, song lyrics form Norah Jones' Turn Me On)
Dreams by Sara Teasdale
I gave my life to another lover,
I gave my love, and all, and all--
But over a dream the past will hover,
Out of a dream the past will call.
I tear myself from sleep with a shiver
But on my breast a kiss is hot,
And by my bed the ghostly giver
Is waiting tho' I see him not.
23 comments:
personally, i think boobie tops are even better than muffin tops
Happy genius, indeed!
And that third pic/poem is wonderfully evocative of what (I imagine) it's like to be a woman. . .
Fabulous!
Reflective, humorous, and sexy.
Well done. :)
Really, really struck by the final poem. Love that one.
What a great HNT Lime. The black and white on the final is beautiful!
I remember that first one well. Three years already? Wow.
If I danced in my kitchen, stuff would get knocked over and broken!
Lovely third one!
Ooooh... such a mood you've put me in Lime! Lovely.
A Sun worshiper?
Like an Aztek?
Very Nice Trini....G
National poetry month? I thought it was just something in the air... maybe with the tease of spring, people were waxing eloquent. But I joined in, not even knowing there was such a thing as poetry month.
You go ahead and dance, Lime. Dance until your heart is content.
My goodness, woman, that last photo is sexy!
(I know, I know. I'm supposed to be loving the words more so than the photos here today, right? Can't help it. That last one made me happy in my pants.)
I love these!!! Thank you for reposting them! :)
Happy Poetry month indeed
I just read an awesome Charles Bukowski poem at another blog, and then I come here, and suddenly I can no longer be The English Teacher Who Hates Poetry. What you do to me.
Toots, I loved what you said about the lamp, as the lamp makes me way happy, too. Never tell: I got it last week at JC Penneys. Have I ever shopped there before? Not since junior high. But it was 50% off, and now it brings me great pleasure, so thank you, Mr. Penney.
This repost is totally worthy. Cheers!
The last pic & poem were my favourites, too, they went together so well.
What woman is not touched by a past lover that comes calling at night through our dreams? A very powerful poem, indeed.
Thank you for sharing it....
DF
You know I love poetry, I love your pics, and I love you,
GREAT post
:D
I love your poetry!!
The last one sends chills up and down my spine.
wonderful...
how inspiring! thanks for sharing. (-:
This is such a wonderful post. I enjoyed reading all the poems. The first one is reflective and has a wonderful imagery, the second one is humorous and full of hope .The last song is full of pathos ...
What a happy three-fer surprise I found here. I'll be back.
I see you've been hit by a spambot. I hadn't seen this post so I'm very happy you re-posted. I didn't know it was National Poetry Month. I guess I picked the right month to write my sonnet.
Michelle - you are so talented, in word, photography and in so many artistic ways. I think you should write a book - like Erma Bombeck did. She didn't have half the talent you do.
You know these words sang to my spirit and so did the picture of you walking in the woods on the snow. As a Norwegian, I felt almost like home you know :-)
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