undulating gold — your hair
a blooming field of solstice
and rapeseed bloom
your eyes — a sky without a cloud
limitless perfume
wild roses bloom
your song is wheels of bicycles
on gravel roads
the two of us
a picnic basket
“We could swim”
your teeth are smiling ice.
by the lake the ducklings dip
and in their wake
your lips are sun-warm
strawberries.
Today Hannah shows wonderful images from Luoping County in Qujing Prefecture, Yunnan, China on toads. I was mostly inspired by the rapeseed bloom, and wrote a little poem that might be slightly sappy, but fits the season, where the rapeseed just have bloomed.
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July 2, 2015

she had a feeling
where once she had been a hollow
this must be poetry she thought
a craggy rock
who knows when she swallowed
the pouch of her belly pierced
new tattoo complex
overnight
silly crushes
this must be poetry she thought
she memorized
rhyme’s for class got D’s
that’s poetry
but then her period ended
cramps
at 13 the lava
she stained everything she touched with blood
surely that’s poetry
Randy took her out on a pretend first date
and dumped her back 15 minutes later
the tag still attached to her
new dress
tear smudged ink
half sentences
one line per page
notebook scrawl
muffled
fragment
changing lines
iChing
surely that’s poetry
handing out copies
at workshop
Wednesday night
next to the bearded lady
Franceye rocking
right there
in the next seat
tapping a Birkenstock
listening
that’s it she thought
That is for sure poetry.. it must be. Maybe a pretend date is better than none.
hmm will have to chew on that, you might be right..
your eyes — a sky without a cloud
limitless perfume
wild roses bloom
This reads so beautifully.. such splendid images 🙂
Well penned 🙂
Very original imagery to envision, I like that it sort of creates a mixture of seeing/smelling/feeling, but in a topsy turvy way, out of the ordinary.
Bjorn, this poem is beautifully written and has a refreshing & soothing warmth to its glow. Outstanding my friend.
P.S I got a new poem up. It’s actullay my latest called: You’re Stupidity Spills out Diseased Excuses. Hope you enjoy…and hope it makes sense.
This is perfection. The last two stanzas are brilliant, the way you melted her chill with your tongue, I presume.
Dear A, I would love to reciprocate your visit, but I cannot find a link back 🙂
Oh My, that’s so lovely!
The imagery is wonderful. What a beautiful description of a perfect summer day or the perfect summer love.
Delightful. Your poem conjures up images of the perfect summer day.
Is this bases on Robert Hass’ poem “Yellow Bicycle” ?
I had never heard that poem.. sometimes it’s interesting that some thoughts are maybe universal.. the sound of bicycle tires on gravel road is very nostalgic and summer-like for me.
“Her song to the yellow bicycle:
The boats on the bay
have nothing on you,
my swan, my sleek one!”
Great imagery, as ever, Björn – but slightly unsettling where her teeth are like ice, but lips warm……
Absolutely gorgeous!!!!!!
Goosebumps!!! I LOVE your descriptions, Bjorn…so romantic and consuming beauty!
Meant to say…thank you so much for joining the challenge, Bjorn! 🙂
“your teeth are smiling ice…your lips are sun-warm strawberries” I like how those 2 lines really balance each other out with cold and warm imagery.
This is so beautifully romantic
This poem has a wonderful sensuality about it. I like ‘your lips are sun-warm strawberries.’
Gorgeous imagery, Bjorn!
hmmmm… lips like sunwarm strawberries… love all the summer images in this – the biking and swimming and beautiful intimacy
Beautiful take on the photograph Bjorn 🙂 Loved the opening line especially.
It’s okay to be sappy under certain circumstances!
I like the deconstruction of her – and the summer feel of her.
I could def get into some strawberry fields. Ha.
Ah lovely–very charming, Bjorn–I love the strawberries–we have them wild here–k.
Love the sound of anything on gravel. Beautifully nostalgic.
so romantic … summer love and beautiful nature imagery … what could be better? 🙂
This shows how one person can be a multitude of things. Great combination of descriptions, Bjorn. Well done. 🙂 — Suzanne
Bjorn, you call it this sappy? 🙂
🙂 sweet maybe.
Lovely imagery my dear. 🙂
Very sensual … very evocative. Lovely.