A Song Remembered
Emmanuel A. Gonzalez
Once he held thumb on my pulse
to hear the blood inside sing.
without the wind's notice.
without touching the ground even once.
in patterns imprinted
upon the quantum of me.
He held my pulse against
a storm of showered tumbleweeds,
my fondest friend,
a relationship impermanent,
strewn against the sun's eyes.
copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2014
posted for dVerse
I love the imagery in your poem, Audrey! And the repetition at the beginning of your piece is most effective.ReplyDelete
Thank you Gabriella!Delete
Fantastic! I love the image of holding the pulse to hear the blood sing...and without the wind's notice and without touching the ground once ...what can I say? It knocked me out little.ReplyDelete
Love does that I think--both sing and knock you out--Thank you Colleen!Delete
I really liked this the way you cut sharp into a new image as you went. Good write. >KBReplyDelete
like sand strewn in the suns eyes...ha...there is def a song we only hear when we touch...and feel the life move through the veins....the quantum of me...there are def some cool lines in this audreyReplyDelete
sensual, Audrey ~ReplyDelete
Specially like refrain of - It sand, and a relationship impermanent ~ Lovely words Audrey ~ReplyDelete
I especially like how the abstract expressionism of the painting seems to sing with that pulse and elicit such a strong emotional response. Bravo!ReplyDelete
you had me at . . . thumb on my pulse. great write.ReplyDelete
What wonderful imagery here, Audrey.ReplyDelete
A pulse like no other, lots of great imagery indeedReplyDelete
I like how you build the images around 'thumb on my pulse' ...also love 'quantum of me' ~ very original poemReplyDelete
Exceptional imagery Audrey...beautiful work.ReplyDelete
I love the image you built around the pulse being held, your pulse, through everything to hear it singReplyDelete
I think it's good that the relationship was impermanent...strong feelings in this...somewhat tormented.ReplyDelete
oh i love the idea of the blood singing... being close enough to hear..the quantum of me...very cool audrey...ReplyDelete
love the imagery here, so tender and lovely, the idea of listening to someones blood, I always liked listening to heartbeats..ReplyDelete
That repetition of sing/sang makes this memory joyous, yet with a hint of sadness, the impermanence of it all...ReplyDelete
This spoke true to me of somehow an impossible love that was not sad or bitter. Love the image of the singing of the blood!ReplyDelete
The intimacy and sense of infinity are so vivid.ReplyDelete
Very original, delicate, and sensitive.ReplyDelete
The start of the poem is unsettling in a way.. a relationship like sand in the sun's eyes sounds like it's going the wring way.. very well written.ReplyDelete
Absolutely gorgeous, so tender.ReplyDelete
I, too, am a fan. Gosh. First to feel through the pulse who the narrator is, but then to hold it in the context of all--and showing him--brilliant!ReplyDelete
Wow. You had me spell-bound. Reminded me of forbidden love, snuck in when you can, and you really shouldn't...and then the sand runs out of the hour glass and all you have is the memory of a pulse you once shared. Yet the echoes of that linger...just loved this piece.ReplyDelete
Tina @ Life is Good
A very vivid and colorful poem with visions of showered tumbleweeds. I love that friction is the fondest, because the heart is not meant to be without touch....... thoughtful poem...ReplyDelete
"a relationship impermanent,ReplyDelete
strewn against the sun's eyes." powerful imagery Audrey.