..
Empty this broken
vessel,
this carpaled cave,
this wandered wave
of hello-good
-bye, these signs
and sighs of spring,
these unmapped veins
and palm-pressed
promises of less
inky things. Finger
-flutter them all
to some digit
-distant wall,
……..and hand me the
…………………….sky.
..
Prompted by Mish’s Poetics over at dVerse. Come lend a hand, and play!
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I feel like raising my hands in the air cheering for spring… love the wordplay… you might say I dig it…
“and with the other one flashing a peace sign”; thanks now I have that song in my head, humming along; blending into “What if God were one of us, just a slob like one of us, all alone on the bus,” blurred into “When Jesus came to Chicago”. Nice job on this one.
As Bjorn mentioned, very interesting usage of wordplay, throughout the poem. And yes, I love the flow of your poem, De, as the words feel to me, like a sheet of silk, which the master seamstress has worked her magic, upon.
Oh good Lord. I can’t even comment on this. The innuendo sings for days! The 12-year-old in me is CRACK.ING. UP. Seriously.
Ah, you. I have just read it through your eyes. Good Lord is right. Your 12-year-old boy self is welcome. 😉
V-easel 🙂 Ahahahahaha.
“Finger inky things”? … “hand me the s k y,”? … which to my dyslexic eyes becomes “hand me the KY, S.” Hee hee hee.
Love you. 😉
Heavens. You are so naughty today. 😉
I love the title and wicked word play De ~ ….Hand me the sky…I sigh 🙂
Yes, I think you are a wordplay master. I absolutely love how you incorporated hands into this.
“palm pressed promises”…oh my!
“finger-flutter”…..so much fun
And thank you for honouring one of my favourite Canadian artists in the title. 😉
Oh! such a splendid close ❤ ❤
Agree with Mish. Wordplay master in the dictionary has your picture next to it!
Love the ending…’hand me the sky!’
Such a great image of unmapped veins. Veins that tell a story.
I love the flow of this piece.
Wonderful fun as always over here, De. You truly are a master!
Oh yes! Wonderful word-play, De.
The alliteration in this is lovely!
Yearnings of spring fulfilled can be most satisfying. Wonderful poetic language De!
Hank
Always interesting to read your poems, De! The way you bend the words and meanings, makes them fun to read.
This poem reminds me of a butterfly. Great wordplay.
Finger-flutter–I just love that and the whole of your poem. There is such a sense of freedom here.
Hands of Love
light feat
and penned
quill
and feather
drifts aWay..
hAnds oF fearless..
Strong.. and
unafraid
to
Love..:)