the hand that turns back the darkness
gently stirs the slumber of the masses
not like your mama on school days
when you were already running late
but a caress on the cheek after a first
kiss. i stand on the deck and watch
the first flower of the season open
it's arms to hug the sun, then blush
purple~white with a hint of yellow
like butter popcorn fingerprints,
love, come touch me next.
written for imperfect prose
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Oh mama, soft and gentle, let as loud as a thunderstorm!
you are a wonder , Brian
This is delightful and full of wonder....i love this one Brian!:-)
This is very pretty. :)
Beautiful. Bring on Spring!
Flowers hugging the sun...so eloquent and lovely. You are by far one of my favorite poets!
I was eating popcorn when I read this.
Unbuttered. :)
Simply beautiful.
Such sweet prose, love will surely come to your door, for your heart is open to receive.
I have such little time these days to write & post so I combined one shot & imperfect prose.. and you are the first one I visited for I know I will always be amazed at the virtuoso of your words.
joanny
Such a sweet moment of birth and new beginnings.
The very 1st line had me intrigued. I definitely can see this as a metaphor for life in general, especially those of us on our walk to healing and wholeness.
hmmm
what a way to say it
Sorry for my absence of late, but nicely done....as usual...
oh.......how sweet......adore this one! xxoo
Sweet...now I'd like some popcorn...:)
"...but a caress on the cheek after a first kiss." and "love, come touch me next."
Such beauty here from beginning to end. *sigh*
Hello Brian,
Marvelous poem takes my breath away. You have drawn a beautiful painting which leaves a deep impression on my mind. You are a master with words.Kudos to you.
Joseph
This is so pretty!
very nice!
So beautifully graphic and sensual...loved these descriptions,Brian!
"love, come touch me next."
sweet little shivers :)
oh the touch of love
and buttery fingers
'love, come touch me next'
isn't that it...all in love and so sweetly portrayed here...
thank you!
I'm very soft spoken...unless I need to get the men moving! haha. Then they look at me like "How did that big voice come out of her little body?" lol.
butter popcorn fingerprints...what a lovely line!
I like this...the hand that turns back the darkness gently stirs the slumber of the masses...your mind works in mysterious ways. I am so glad. I like the way you play tetris with words and images.
That is beauty and gentle-lush embrace, Brian. Thank you.
Always a thoughtful piece of joy.
So tender sweet.
tender and beautiful ... a complete delight to read, Brian
Beautiful!
Oh I do like this one Brian. It is so gentle and uplifting.
Beautiful imagery... lovely taste of the season to come...
This is a wonderful poem, Brian. I loved it! Your way with words is wonderful. :)
Nice, Brian, really.
Like a soft gentle breeze...:-)Hugs
''love, come touch me next.''
Beautiful as usual Brian. You find so many different ways/words to touch, reach out to the sleeping psyche through the nettles of love...
Brian you just wooo the women who read here :).
Oh that is beautiful and so filled with spring...very nice...bkm
So beautiful!
I love your last line. I love winter, but man am I ready for spring this year. I need grass between my toes and a bottle of Riesling.
Is it okay to say this was pretty, Brian? Because it really really was...
A gentle song this time and what lovely lines especially the last three stanzas. Love melts on any surface, doesn't it? Thanks, Brian!
This poem is a little too flawless to qualify as "imperfect prose."
;)
That is the way I feel about the second season as well - but could never describe it so eloquently.;)
Here we are back under heavy snow, sigh...
Have a great Thursday dear Brian,
xoxo
Lovely!
So lovely!
Beautiful. The last line really got to me.
Sweet moment Brian.
This is really cool for a lot of reasons. "A caress on the cheek after a first kiss" fits in with my post today. Early morning sights are a joy. You make waking up and standing outside watching the world awaken a special joy.
so lovely ... I love the crocuses as well :-) have a great day Brian
Loves' touch is sweet, soft and gentle. What a beautiful poem Brian!
Hugs
SueAnn
So you want me to whisper "I Love You" in your ear and grab your ass like I did for my Valentine? Can I think about it first?
Spring love ...and yes you are a wonder
Very sweet and full of love.
Oh this is EXTRA nice :) It might inspire me to right a REAL poem this week. Heh.
butter popcorns fingerprints...love them so much.Liked your poem!
Thanks for dropping by :)
Ah... romance at its finest!
Love it...but now I want some popcorn dammit!
For some strange reason my work computer insists on jamming your comments over top of your post. I don't know where your poem goes, but the first part is nice.
this was delicious brian. just like a bag of hot popcorns.
trisha
Me next! I want spring!
not like your mama on school days
inspires me to be a mama with a gentler touch, one that last line might be addressed to
this is a brilliant peice!
smell the buttered popcorn, spring, feel the kiss, the touch...the longing
swoon
oh i love it - and i know exactly how this feels...a few days ago, i was on a walk and discovered the first flowers, stretching towards the sun and i was stretching towards the sun as well and twittered:
put my soul on a swing out in the sunshine - and it gently starts to rock..
Me too, me too! Beautiful, beautiful. I also love butter popcorn, pass the napkin, please.
love it! :)
Love it. This poem begs to be savored like a good wine. Think I'll go back and read it again :D
As always, you paint a lovely picture with your words.
So, so gentle and beautiful!
I LOVE crocuses. touch me next.
I love the image of the flower hugging the rising sun!
ah, yes....let love come.
simply breath-taking. love this.
what more can be said after 72 comments?? but I truly like this "the hand that turns back the darkness
gently stirs the slumber of the masses"...ah yes...
Hi! Brian...
Brian said,"the first flower of the season open
it's arms to hug the sun, then blush..."
Ah! The First Sign(s) Of... Springtime...The one very... descriptive quote say so much...
This poem is very well-written too...beautiful!
Thanks, for sharing!
DeeDee ;-D
Oops! I meant to say...
Ah! The First Sign(s) Of... Springtime...This one very... descriptive quote say so much...
stunning imagery, brian. you've a deft grip on that pen.
that last line rocks dude:)
"... then blush
purple~white with a hint of yellow
like butter popcorn fingerprints,"
LOVE this, Brian.
majestic writing...God's sun awakening us all so gently...longing to feel the love we see He gives to even the little flowers...this is very beautiful, brian - I wish I could get myself out of bed early enough to witness such miracles.
oh, brian... LOVE this... the butter-popcorn fingers... the love, touching... the flower unfolding. i find hope in it today. thank you.
Beautiful write, Brian! and LOVE the title. I having trouble with the "imperfection" however. :)
And we all say:
"love, come touch me next."
Beautiful.
beautiful. spring is such a season of hope, the loveliness that is just right around the corner!
spring is coming!
The daffodils are blooming here. I think that the back of winter is broken here.
Spring, you cannot get here soon enough. ;)
I can't stop smiling. Lovely.
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