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Liquid Blessings
salt on arms, licked softly
a taste of life
a nudge to a heart that's alive
moisture on upper lips
mud dried and cracked
as skin dead and peeled
by harsh sun-rays
un-shielded by kind clouds
prayers from parched lips
plucked heart strings
of the gods
and clouds cried
face towards the blessing
blooms, flowers, faunas
and mine
a hope of life
until the next cycle.
* this poem was entered in a competition here. thank you for reading*
Published 2nd Mar 2017
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2nd Mar 2017 00:29am
Outstanding observations in ur mental musings my friend... also a very nice looking pic. Of you in ur new profile photo
2nd Mar 2017 00:43am
Thank you Poetik...for the compliment and for reading. I appreciate you as always.
Anonymous
2nd Mar 2017 00:44am
That first stanza reads like you were doing tequila shots with the Poem Worm!
2nd Mar 2017 1:32am
Really? is that how you take tequila? I don't take them so I don't know..:)...thank you for dropping by and reading, Anarchitect.
2nd Mar 2017 2:09am
I enjoy your usage of alliteration like where you say kind clouds, prayers of parched lips plucked, flowers, fauna. I have always been a fan of subtler syllabic connections. This is a lovely reverie and I also enjoy your metaphors such as the rain and the plucked heart strings of the gods. Well done. :)
2nd Mar 2017 3:23am
2nd Mar 2017 3:34am
The imagery is both harsh and yet soothing, Grace. I read a quote once about burning, and there being a reason for it. New growth is always beautiful afterwards. Lovely poem. Best of in the comp.
*licks the salt off my hand and takes a shot* (damn I forgot the lime).
Just kidding. Sake? 🍶
*licks the salt off my hand and takes a shot* (damn I forgot the lime).
Just kidding. Sake? 🍶
2nd Mar 2017 5:43am
Not Sake either. :) Yes, when there is no rain it can be tough especially when one is a paddy planter (Ricer grower). One can starve, when the paddy don't do well. Thank you so much for reading me Ahavati.
Anonymous
2nd Mar 2017 5:41am
Yess!! Honey honey this is a mesh of universed particles for my soul.
2nd Mar 2017 5:49am
2nd Mar 2017 5:47am
Drops...sometimes we forget how to gauge the good ones from the bad, we learn hopefully and carry the positives with us and the negatives behind.
That salt sure is good at times...
Beautiful-Tender Write Dear Grace!!!
That salt sure is good at times...
Beautiful-Tender Write Dear Grace!!!
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