Your Beauty Stops
Your beauty
Laid out before me
Stops
Your beauty
Laid out before me
Orange hues wrapped in purple haze
This sky
Brushed upon a palette
By the descending of the sun
Layers
Broadcasting the coming night
Filled with hope and promise
Your beauty is laid out for me
A beauty that seeks me
Reaches out and touches my eyes
Causing them to scan for you
A beauty that grazes my thoughts
Hunting for understanding
Beyond knowing the work of light
Reflecting through prisms
And chemicals reacting in mist
Longing to be known
Your beauty
Laid out before me ready to be known
As in an embrace lovers know
The caress of wonder
Possibilities of tomorrow
In each gentle sigh
Each kiss of moisture
Your beauty
Laid out before me stops
Longing is left alone
Desire
Calm and undisturbed
Even as your wonder
Strikes the lenses of my sight
Pounding
Nothing but a distant echo
Is heard
Tonight…
Laid out before me
Stops
Your beauty
Laid out before me
Orange hues wrapped in purple haze
This sky
Brushed upon a palette
By the descending of the sun
Layers
Broadcasting the coming night
Filled with hope and promise
Your beauty is laid out for me
A beauty that seeks me
Reaches out and touches my eyes
Causing them to scan for you
A beauty that grazes my thoughts
Hunting for understanding
Beyond knowing the work of light
Reflecting through prisms
And chemicals reacting in mist
Longing to be known
Your beauty
Laid out before me ready to be known
As in an embrace lovers know
The caress of wonder
Possibilities of tomorrow
In each gentle sigh
Each kiss of moisture
Your beauty
Laid out before me stops
Longing is left alone
Desire
Calm and undisturbed
Even as your wonder
Strikes the lenses of my sight
Pounding
Nothing but a distant echo
Is heard
Tonight…
Labels: blogging, emotion, gender stuff, poetry, sacred moments, word play, writing
posted by Kim Williams at
7:58 PM
3 Comments:
There are so many beautiful lines here, Kim. The colors, the prisms...it's all so lovely. Stanza three reminds me of my recent camping trip. The colors in the sunset were a spiritual feeling, if that makes any sense.
I like how your poem could be about natural surroundings or it could be a person (or both). "Each kiss of moisture" is awesome.
Your poem is the first one I read this morning as the sun was coming up. What a beautiful way to start the day.
Though the meanings in poetry often elude me, the sensations of poetry rarely do... I found many sensations when I read this poem. And so I read it several times. Thank you.
Very sensational and pleasant to read. I like how words are put together to come up with a very emotional and captivating piece like this. Well done!!!!:D
>Good day!!!:)
Post a Comment
<< Home