Bound to Mine
Steal a moment
from this mad procession,
lie with sunbeams; long, slender
as fingers. Come and
steal away on mossy green
and wreaths of ivy.
Bind your desires to mine
like perfume,
like your morning-scented robe,
and we’ll spill this world
on weedy rocks.
Poetic Form: Quadrille (44 words including the word “spill”) Written for dVerse Poets – Quadrille
Thanks for the prompt, De. 😎
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This poem is like a breath of fresh air. Lovely.
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Oh how much I enjoyed inhaling this wonderful poem. Desire bound like perfume – just lovely.
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Glad you enjoyed reading it. 🙂
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“and we’ll spill this world
on weedy rocks.” Lovely, lovely lines.
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Thank you!
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Wonderful… A summer love – to be there in the wood desiring.
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Personally, I prefer something a little less exposed.. 😀
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A dreamy poem. Lovely.
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I love those final lines!
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I especially loved the way you started it off. These lines, oh my!
Steal a moment
from this mad procession,
lie with sunbeams; long, slender
as fingers.
You just brought a lot more beauty into the world with this 🙂
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Thank you so much.
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A wistful escape from all of life’s cruelty. Needed so much at moments such as these. Thank you, Marilyn!
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Keeping you close, my friend.
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like your morning-scented robe,
and we’ll spill this world
Seems there are good things in the offing. Lots to look forward to when two loved ones can work it out.
Hank
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A lovely moment! Thank you.
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