there‘s truth in wine
and lots of silliness as well,
just think of Herod who,
with wine soaked tongue,
got so enchanted by Salome‘s dance
that he promised half his kingdom
even though knowingly,
he went up blind alleys and
John the Baptist‘s head rolled–
this is what i think of, sitting
at the airport, having been away
too long, i‘m painting
red wine scented chalk lines
on my skin to show you where i
want you touch me, texting
you fair warning and–
dont stop as this is.. see the
tiny numbers? only when you‘re
really close and like
these blinky floor light signals
in an aircraft which
show the closest exit
in emergencies– remember it
may be behind you, i
strip you of your shirt,
cross-country lick my way across
the map i finger painted
on you, flying over Paris, that‘s
a case of need, don‘t panic,
this rescue‘s going to be messy with–
half my kingdom– devastated ruins,
and we‘re already heavily
delayed
.
join us at 3pm EST at dVersePoets pub for Poetics with Brian Miller tending the bar..and hopefully, we’re all on the same page..smiles
on another note..i’ve been featured with two of my poems at wordsmiths and the bar none group.. so in case you wanna say hi and check out these places..
So if you forget to say off the record, I can use this truth you speak of when you are wine filled and chatty?..haha…sounds like a interesting delay, I hope that’s licking for fun and not to clean though..hahaha
hey – i’m not a cat…i don’t lick for cleaning.. haha
Oh…this made me smile as I recalled sitting in airports thinking of someone I loved and was returning to….still smiling about this one.
Very charming! Mind over matter. K.
I wish my sitting in an airport were always so fruitfully poetic and sensual. You really know how to grab my poetic fibers and make me wanna stay with you to the end. I really like, almost envy
, your command of the blank line caesura. Lucky person at the end of the line, methinks!
Oh, my! “red wine scented chalk lines.” Nice write, Claudia!
licking for cleaning….lol….pat you are too much…
delicious write claudia…love the sensualness…the wine colored chalk lines…sounds likea mighty fun time…smiles. hope you home coming after your trip was just as warm…smiles.
That first line is a nice companion detour from brian’s wonderful Dust on The Bottle (http://www.waystationone.com/2011/11/55-dust-on-bottle.html)
I like how this mirrors how one sometimes thinks while having to wait — starting with an interesting observation/insight and then coming home to a topic much closer to one’s heart. Very well done!
Nice musical phrase: “red wine scented chalk lines”
(Maybe one small typo: “want you touch me” — missing “to” after “you”?)
Very clever uses of the idioms. Such a stream of thought starting biblical and ending in “knowing” in the biblical sense. Ha!
Nice, Claudia…very smart with the idioms as well. (perhaps a little blush) but a wonderful capture of coming home
I loved how this started and ended. Your wandering mind took some interesting turns with those idioms, Claudia. Delightful!
cross country lick my way across ….. oh la la! Bet your man likes when you have to stay away from home for a bit just for the mood you return home in
Idi~oh mamma! This is pretty darn hot.
Reallly like how you wove in the idioms, the story of Herod and your own airport experiences.
great images here… i like these lines:
strip you of your shirt,
cross-country lick my way across
the map i finger painted
on you, flying over Paris, that‘s
a case of need, don‘t panic,
Excellent job Claudia, you infused the idioms so easily- great job, thanks
Stunning poem. Yes, there is truth in wine. One should only drink it when one wants to be free to speak the truth, hear the truth. Hoping you got home safely despite delaysl. “Red wine scented chalk lines” — wonderfully expressed!
your mind sure does wander as you sit in the airport.
This poem takes you from places, from a bible story, wine, airport, airplane to other places that I probably shouldn’t comment about.
Claudia, I am never disappointed when I read your work. This is beautiful.
Wow, lucky man
love the twists and turns.
Nice
Love the way you capture the prospects and promises of flying home
You always wow me, Claudia. I really like:
cross-country lick my way across
the map i finger painted
on you, flying over Paris,
Very sensual, your writing. I love how you incorporated the idioms, challenging and embracing their meanings. I also like how you spaced your lines, creating pauses that are bridged by meaning, shifting both just slightly. I’ve really enjoyed your writing.
I loved how you moved from what you were thinking about, to what you were doing, to what you were going to do… really great movement… you always make me smile. =)
so much heat in this poem claudia!
This reminds me of a song by Snow Patrol called “Set fire to the third bar”…
crossing those map-lines to get there, any way one can with thoughts racing, pacing….
nicely done Claudia!!
Clouds,
Sitting merrily but quietly texting is the next best thing than sleeping. A delay wears you off as you are no more in control. It is just amazing you can see lots of goodness with time on your hands.Excellent take!
Hank
I’ve strolled on those wooden slats and watched the water so close below hundreds of times, sat there and done the same things. Lovely
Gawd, Looks like I posted a comment on the wrong piece. Oh well.
It seems as if someone is in for a lovely time when you arrive home
Bon Voyage.
Hot write! I think my favorite lines would have to be:
“too long, i‘m painting
red wine scented chalk lines
on my skin to show you where i
want you touch me, texting”
Great poem, Claudia.
Very delicious, sensual, and fun. Really bet the dverse folks dug this one, big-time. I know I did, and I just got home from church, LOL! Amy
http://sharplittlepencil.wordpress.com/2011/11/11/taxed-to-the-max-poetic-bloomings/
Mmm! So sensual, so lush, so….carnal.
What a pity! I never had such libidinal fun at airports
(perhaps the wrong airlines?)
Claudia, you ‘chalk it up’ all right. That man of yours probably like it when you travel.
I like the Many allusions in this poem, and the Stream of Consciousness effect. Like reading someone’s personal diary.
Intoxicating piece, to say the least.
I thought this was a hypnotic write…it definitely drew me in. and I liked how you started with biblical history and moved on…
“strip you of your shirt,
cross-country lick my way across
the map i finger painted
on you” Oh my!
Intelligent and accomplished. A joy to read. Thanks.
Wonderful! Oh the images, the idioms, the sexuality (whew!). You had fun with this one. It shows. Thank you.
I love this:
“i‘m painting
red wine scented chalk lines
on my skin”
And your framing with the half-kingdoms.
hot, hot, hot!