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it's Spring & the room is full
of the heady scent of fresh cut flowerswith the softest petals---
first reflections of the moon break
the window, write poetry along the arcof your foot in delicate shadow creases-spoken word
contours read with my lips, braille, sighs to sole
& sun left salt, rough at points from miles walked, kiss
unraveled in whispers around ankles & long
stretch of Achilles
a metaphorical story of weakness,
but strength to one who knows kneads,
like hearts & clubs, playing cards with queens, betting
on the river, deck stacked (against me?), but i don't mind
losing this game
again & again
controlled flow HeARTbeAt~manicPulse, 31 points
in the bottom of the foot but one that, Mmm---
2/3 of the way between ball and heel, deep, Ah---
and another where the arrow pierced, Oh---
bite your lip & hold it in---
So, tell me who's the hustler here, if we both win?
They say gambling's the devil's game,
but i got enough in my pocket for one more handAnte in (oh yes) Ante in, the night (as we) is young
it's Spring and...
Time to gather once again for OpenLinkNight @ dVerse Poets - where we sling poems not stones, a rousing good time. Tonight, your host is a dear friend & partner is poeticrime, Claudia Schoenfeld, who will open the doors at 3 PM EST. See you then.
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Never ever been first. I like the foot metaphor here.
...kisses unraveled in whispers around ankles...what a program :-)
Breathe, Chantel, just breathe...
Sometimes you make me smile, sometimes you make me hold my breath.
Love...so glad I had the chance to visit today. Kori xoxo
Ahhhh...It's spring and a young mans thoughts turn to...
Very sensual... Lucky you two !!! :)
worth taking the chance.
nice job. spring is upon us indeed. Love the street art too btw, that image of the rainbow going into the eyeball creatures head is great. Love the 31 points, but only one then the fractional parts of that one, the ball and heel and the arrow- great symbolism if I'm reading it right. Thanks
Hey Brian--ONE or is it TWO shoes? I need to know.
Otherwise, Mr Keyboard, I love the second group of thoughts, happenings. Well, rather, I love the descriptives.
A walkathon down Naples beach? And back? Oh yesss...back home again.
"PUT on your SHOE, John!"
you may be held responsible for the melting of the poles by writing such hot poetry...just saying..smiles..love the playfulness, tenderness and creativity...and need one or two ice cubes in my drink now to cool down again..smiles
Spring has sprung
Don't pop a lung
As you get to those 31 points
And move and twist about some joints..haha
Gambling may be the devils game
But when you win it makes things far less tame
Awwwww.
Like honey.
=)
Very steamy and sensual today with your whispers and your touch...I love it! (I also love YOU and your foot massages) ;)
A lyrical journey through the heart-land on foot, each toe tingling. There's a downbeat behind this that won't quit, too. Way to make the metaphor go the extra mile, bri.
Sensual and sweet :)
Oh, that second stanza is exquisite!
"but strength to one who knows kneads,
like hearts & clubs, playing cards with queens"
great rhythm to this one...love the card metaphor.
wicked trip of poetry on foot... heheh esp liked the 2nd stanza
big smile... everyone's got the fever, a little, and i love this
"So, tell me who's the hustler here, if we both win?" always give and take, take and give... nice
I love that opening stanza, really sets the scene. Your work always has a great flow to it but this one was even more so. "... A metaphorical story of weakness, but strength to one who knows kneads, like hearts & clubs, playing cards with queens..." ... lines like that simply slide off the tongue. Once again, nice write, Brian.
Here I was eating jalapenos and had to momentarily refrain (couldn't take all that heat at once). Smooth, intimate, engaging, and full of fascinating allusions. I also love the street art pictures if I haven't said so before.
Love it Brian!
"first reflections of the moon break
the window, write poetry along the arc
of your foot in delicate shadow creases-spoken word" - my favourite lines ... such good phrasing and very emotive to read. I quite got lost inside this piece for a while. Love that. Pam
I like dancing and poker. I like the romantic prose. :)
first reflections of the moon break
the window, write poetry along the arc
of your foot in delicate shadow creases-spoken word
contours read with my lips, braille, sighs to sole
& sun left salt, rough at points from miles walked, kiss
unraveled in whispers around ankles & long
stretch of Achilles..
The whole walking through on foot metaphor is sooo cool man! Love this piece!
Your language is so inventive and facile and sensual. These lines blew by much too quickly. Nice work.
In just spring and a young man's fancy turns to feet - well not exactly - certainly no fetish here, just a sensual love song. Very fine.
Ahh...lovely, tender write.."So, tell me who's the hustler here, if we both win?" ...nice that :)
Love it! Very sensual, engaging.
Lovely, lighthearted, playful, sensual...a romantic reflexologist gambles in love... *smiles*
may your deck be always stacked in your favour, Brian.
all about the second stanza! bam!! love it~
Gorgeous, Brian! Love the whole piece, but this stood out...
sun left salt, rough at points from miles walked, kiss
unraveled in whispers around ankles & long
stretch of Achilles
anything that whispers around ankles is ok by me...: ))
-Eva Von Pelt
It is spring with the fecund summer moving in fast.
Breath taking work!
Great sound in this...and mystery.
I like how you mixed in the gambling with all of this. A different view of spring.
Always flowing...always a vision as I read...always enjoyable. :)
I had no idea you were talking about cards till midway through! Here I thought perhaps it was water -- waves lapping sand, but no! You surprise again, and I love it!!
"first reflections of the moon break
the window, write poetry along the arc
of your foot in delicate shadow creases" gorgeous imagery Brian!
Love this... and we wonder why woman love to have their feet rubbed.
Spring is afoot... and we should go bareFOOT all summer.
Fantastic vividness in this, Brian. Could see somebody grinning the whole time. But then, maybe that was me. Nice one, my man!
http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2012/05/29/dreaming-downhill/
write poetry along the arc
of your foot in delicate shadow creases-spoken word
contours read with my lips, braille, sighs to sole
& sun
What great flow to this piece--just a sensual delight !
Wow. Great point: all parties win in love. At least, that's what I take of it.
Now, I'm going to see my better half and go all-in to 'lose' :)
the parts about the moon writing poetry as it glances across that delicate foot is exceptional...this was a real romantic, sensual write...not 'lovey dovey' or anything like that...but just REAL...and very masculine...this has a real male perspective (in a really really good way!)
'I don't mind losing this game again and again'- neither do i
I love the beginning of this, as many people have already said. And the build up to the end where I just wanted to say....walk away...but know that's not possible....it's spring and it's inevitable!
Always uping the Ante Brian! :D
unraveled in whispers around ankles & long
stretch of Achilles
this has a strong physical contrast;
enough to soothe and wince in unison :D
Very sensual, Brian. And to have the recipient post a comment... nice! :-)
I like writing poetry along the arc of the foot, and yes the night is always young in spring ~
Love the heartbeat flow ~
Extremely erotic...in the finest sense...but then again, poetry is in the mind of the beholder...and this is what my mind says to me reading your poem...
...which is delightful.
Lady Nyo
A room with heavy smell of flowers can actually make it hard on me to concentrate....seems like you kept losing your concentration too :)
or is heady smell actually a word?
Ante UP, poet! I just hope your words weren't placing a bet that made the dealer fold....oh my word(s)...one day I might be able to write this way...your an inspiration...writing of love in such a way that you maintain your cool...yet leave your readers swooning!Awesome! Always!
Ah, nice...didn't know whether to hold my breath, giggle or both. haha.
Rich with intimacy and secret smiles, and some kneading too. Great writing.
I would trust you with my feet. ;-) Lovely work in this.
{ami}
http://sundrysumthins.wordpress.com/
Wonderful imagry... great ambiance
your words felt like a romantic song and a playful intimate nudge -- let's play cards!! :)
Matches perfectly with the spring theme, great stuff as usual Brian!
"write poetry along the arc
of your foot in delicate shadow creases-spoken word
contours read with my lips"
Oh, fer sure there's such magic in the simple but sensual and healing foot-rub!
Great writing, Brian!!
So glad this headed in a different direction than the 31 Baskin Robbins flavors I was thinking. :)
This is beautiful: "write poetry along the arc of your foot in delicate shadow"
"...but strength to one who knows kneads,"
Love the clever word play, Brian! Said it before but will say it again--your wife is one lucky woman!! :-)
Brain, your just following with metaphors in this poem. As far as rolling the dice for this one. your a winner.
i enjoy the playing card metaphor. something that i never would have thought of til now- it seems you have expanded the world with this one, very beautifully written poem.
~jane
This puts in mind of a lazy Sunday afternoon, rubbing my wife's feet, and the playful push and pull where there is nothing but winners. This was as warm and sweet as fresh cinnamon toast.
Why yes -- spring is afoot!
Hold 'em and fold 'em!
31 / Scat / Ride the Bus / Blitz?
Maybe Cribbage?
Really like this Brian... it's mysterious, like holding hands under the table.
Always great over here!
"who's the hustler if we both win" makes me think of "win win" scenario (see "7 habits for highly successful people" by Covey
Add in an image about a farmer, and I totally get you about the gambles of spring.
Sweet brother, and altogether lovely. Thanks.
Wonderful fun - an unusual springtime frolic. Well written, brother.
They should change the saying from "my home is my castle" to "my home is my casino" :P Sweet, loving metaphorical poem
nice bouncy sauntering rhythm, then,
"So, tell me who's the hustler here, if we both win?"
oh yea ;-) nicely done brian ;-)
the moon writing poetry on the arc of your foot... love it! You truly capture youth in this one!
Enjoyed this! So much in life is a gamble. Cut the cards, deal a hand, and play the one you get as well as you can. If the deck is stacked, I don't want to know it!
Blushing...had to read twice...then Bam!
Brilliant piece of work, sir. Is this Devil's game, isn't it?
Oh, this is the good stuff, all right: "...write poetry along the arc
of your foot in delicate shadow creases-spoken word
contours read with my lips, braille,..."
What an awesome poem this is! You rock.
Don't need to make a bet on it sounding nice. k. (New way of playing footsie.)
Don't need to make a bet on it sounding nice. k. (New way of playing footsie.)
Sigh...it's spring
Sly, sexy, love the "game of cards." Yummy. Amy
http://sharplittlepencil.com/2012/05/29/singing-standards-dverse-with-song/
Everybody wins in this gamble/gambol...I could use a cold shower now.. Great write...tender and sexy.:))
Sensual and suggestive. :) It does make me sigh.
contours read with my lips, braille, sighs to sole
& sun left salt, rough at points from miles walked, kiss
unraveled in whispers
Very evocative, as is the whole poem. A real joy to read.
"So, tell me who's the hustler here, if we both win?"
Yes,can such a thing be told. There can be 2 winners but who's the sucker then? It's a lingering thought,Brian! Sets one thinking!
Hank
I love watching/hearing the way you work the words to create space and play with emotions.
The mere physicality of your pieces thrill and amaze!
Hugs
SueAnn
'write poetry along the arc
of your foot'
OMG how poetically romantic you are, Brian.
Yea some cool hustling goin on.
Man if you're losing beat feet away from that game...
A Spring Fever like never before you are a Master and I bow
Love all the heel metaphors here. Many smiles. :)
Sensual with a touch of guilty pleasure. This one has me all over the place. Great job!
Lovely stuff Brian - particularly taken with the second stanza - lovely full-of-feelings flow...
Anna :o]
holy hell that was hot, brian. has the sticky sultriness of the weather got to you too? *smiles* betting on the river, eh? know a little bit about that feeling, m'self...
This is so finely sensual. Stunning, Brian.
"a metaphorical story of weakness,
but strength to one who knows kneads,
like hearts & clubs, playing cards with queens, betting
on the river, deck stacked (against me?), but i don't mind
losing this game
again & again"
great stanza, great sounds, has a massaging effect on my mind as i read it out loud... and the whole poem follows suite, sort of speak. always enjoy reading your work brian
So vivid and creative, Brian. Love the cards!
Yes the giver receiveth. Sometimes there are times when losing is worth the effort.
Great write, with so many lines to like. The 2nd stanza is something special.
Excellent work here.
Yup Im salivating at this one Brian..... delicious
That is a steamy game of cards you play. The art work was perfect for this piece. Loved how you incorporated the smell of flowers with with softest petals...that will wake the soul up for sure. Nicely done :)
Yes, all we kindred romantics get this one.;)
xoxo
They say gambling's the devil's game...
I am definitely one :)
I just couldn't hold myself back... the words whipped up a certain feel in me like I watching a 1970s las Vegas game plot!
Hugs xoxo
ah yes....spring brings romance - LOVE this
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