Hi Ryfkah,
Here's a rich tapestry poem if ever I've read one!
One or two folk have made comments about particular lines/phrases that I
echo.
At times it all seems so rich, so full of itself (but that might be just
cynical me who sees things like that - after all it IS November!)
The last stanza, for me, seems just so good... it rids the poem of any sense
of indulgence.
Is "tatooed heart" the "he" (the priest?) or the "I" of the poem?
Bob


>From: Ryfkah * <[log in to unmask]>
>Reply-To: The Pennine Poetry Works <[log in to unmask]>
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>Subject: New Poem: tattooed
>Date: Thu, 27 Nov 2003 12:02:25 EST
>
>tattooed
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>
>monarchs  chartreuse hummingbirds  blue jays
>color backyard    deep pink and orchid morning
>glories snake along dead oleander   tattooed heart
>laments lost moments like epic legends personified
>
>a priest giving his blessing    his arms raised to greet
>the lapping beach    the sun waves in azure sky
>I smile craving his company as each breath is taken
>each meal is consumed and dark sleep renews
>
>we hover under blanket brilliant as the tropics
>the fire burns marshmallows black mirrors of sky
>a kiss explodes our nebula     we recreate the universe
>over and over like a carnival carousel
>
>with a sip of plain green tea I embrace the morning
>feel the bare divot where once his warmth did lie
>diana krall croons cry me a river
>I watch the backyard weave her colors
>
>
>Ryfkah 11/27/03

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