365

Meeting at midnite, we watch twitching
flashs scratch bright-red lacquered nails
into a years-end sky,

up_PIng the ante, we rise,
lean tight towards a future– grace,
spin blue dreams scarlet ’round
the globe-wheel’s twisted ankles, pebbles
turn to rubies in your mouth, “there’s
no easy answer” you say, hushed,

eyes close(d), bent atop my breasts
& with your tongue paint floating contrails
on my skin, uncaging dragonflies to dance
upon the molded walls— &

you smile silver as if not afraid
of frozen lakes, free fall & battlefields,
stained crimson with our blood, the
scent of death still wrapped around,

we run– time-bound, wingless, feed

our fireworks with bursting glass & splints of
guilt cut bleeding trails across our forehead,

& with lips, torn open from the frost, i lick
bustling bubbles of champagne, dripping
sweet and sparkling from your pores,

just like someone,
summoned from the eye of night, sips—
on tomorrow

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over at dVerse we’re going to have a bit of a new year’s poetry party tonight and mark kerstetter is the man behind the bar –  if you got time…swing by at 3pm EST for a glass of champagne and a new year’s hug..

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48 responses to “365

  1. Beautiful, once again full of bright, life-affirming, sensual imagery, at one level skimming across a glittering surface, yet also penetrating deeply into the workings of relationships and their intimate immediacy.

  2. sipping tomorrow…very nice ~

    “i lick
    bustling bubbles of champagne, dripping
    sweet and sparkling from your pores”

    Happy New Year to you and your family~

    • LOL

      This is so funny … I was just about to quote this part!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 🙂 Awesome pick Heaven! 🙂

      Great Work Claudia! I loved it!!

      And Happy New Year to all of us! 😀

  3. Really lovely–especially the end–the someone and summons, the old little stanza. A lovely quiet contrast to the more explosive body of the poem. K.

  4. Claudia, I am definitely ready for New Years after reading your poem. You tied so many images together flawlessly…dreamlike, yet real. Raising my glass of bubbly to TOMORROW.

  5. Fireworks in words. Who could have done it better than you Claudia! Excellent!

    a very happy and blessed New Year to you and yours!

  6. “you smile silver as if not afraid
    of frozen lakes, free fall & battlefields,”

    really like those lines. lots of sentual images in this poem, along with spirirt, hope and grace, a pleasure to read, and happy new year

  7. Awesome write Claudia, hard to say for sure as I’ve enjoyed so many, but perhaps one my favorites of yours. Love the description and the feel that flows upon the page. Great job and Happy New Years

  8. Gorgeous, Claudia! I love:’

    with your tongue paint floating contrails
    on my skin, uncaging dragonflies to dance
    upon the molded walls

    The best to you in 2012 and thank you so much for your support and work with dVerse : ))

  9. God, Claudia–you have written something marvelous here–I can’t even comment it’s that good. May your glass always be filled with the champagne of life, and I toast you here, deep in the eye of night. Happy New Year.

  10. Claudia, your writing constantly amazes, and your enthusiasm and support for other poets and writers – myself not the least! – is infectious and wonderful, and an example to all.

    May the New Year render to you new wonders to amaze, new friends to embrace, new worlds to discover!

  11. delicious claudia…love your word play through out…my fav part is the battle…scent of death and still we run feast on fireworks…lovely imagery…i wish you all the best in the new year my friend…smiles..

  12. You managed to tuck the entire world into this magnum of poured rapture — may a kiss be enough, and the dance go on … Brendan

  13. I’m with Brenda – you bounced the emotions of the globe across the last year and poured it all into a flute blowing bubbles of love across the gimbly waves. Hope 2012 bursts into fireworks of inspiration for you! Much love, dear Claudia!!

  14. “Meeting at midnite, we watch twitching
    flashs scratch bright-red lacquered nails
    into a years-end sky…”

    Hello! Claudia…
    As the year comes to a close your very [beautiful] poetic words…have captured quite beautifully, the summing up Of [What occurs] at the year end…365 days.
    Thanks, for sharing and once again, Happy New Year!
    deedee 🙂

  15. These are my favorite lines:

    “uncaging dragonflies to dance”

    “you smile silver as if not afraid
    of frozen lakes”

    Happy holiday, Claudia. 🙂

  16. oh wow, this is brilliant!! the descriptions pulled me in, the words, the imagery – all fantastic – love these lines “with your tongue paint floating contrails
    on my skin, uncaging dragonflies to dance
    upon the molded walls— &

    you smile silver as if not afraid
    of frozen lakes, free fall & battlefields,
    stained crimson with our blood, the
    scent of death still wrapped around,” – great write to welcome in the new year (happy new year by the way!) – brilliant work!

  17. oooohhhh, nice nice! could feel the passion and fun of your new years 😉

    liked, “pebbles..turn to rubies in your mouth” then fell in love with your 3rd stanza

    from there, it was all frosting on a freshly baked blueberry muffin, mmm mmm mmm 😉

  18. What an image you create in the first few lines, and the intrepid word-play.. well I was hooked.

    All the best for 2012, Claudia, and a big thank you for all you have given to poetry in 2011.

  19. Wow, you make new year’s eve sound like the death of a world (not going gently into that good night) and the birth of a new one, bursting out kicking and screaming. Your words are fireworks, Claudia. Thanks so much for sharing your poetry and your fiery passionate spirit this past year. Here’s to an even better year ahead!

  20. An electric write all through, but I must say that your close, the final stanza.. sigh, that is pure poetics. Wishing you many blessings in life and in writing in 2012 ~

  21. Ahhhh, lovely poem. Your wonderful taste in Choosing the right words for the job dazzles me. Loved:
    the globe-wheel’s twisted ankles, pebbles
    turn to rubies in your mouth, “there’s
    no easy answer” you say, hushed,