..
Beauty
(perhaps)
and light, and the fight
of wind on skin. Pain slow
-slammed into truth. Proof
of second chances and first
-blush glances turned to 20 years.
Tears.
Sky and moon and sun
-burned tongues and languages
she still cannot fully speak
and the sneaky, sneaky slither
of fear.
Salt.
Oceans tossed over shoulders
and ankled deep. The faults in
skin and stars. The limber arms
of trees.
Breeze.
And nothing more than
whispered whim. A sea
of sighs. A smile.
A long-stung
song.
..
..
Amaya has us pondering names over at dVerse Poetics today. My name, De, is a preposition in many languages, including Spanish (where it means “of”). My full name, DeLinda, has other meanings:
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Ha. Oceans thrown over shoulders? I still throw spilled salt over my left shoulder….
A interesting name, including the full name. Love those second chances, sneaky slither
of fear, sea of sighs. Being a part of whole is a lovely thing.
I especially like the last stanza
Thanks so much, Dorianna. I am having trouble commenting on your blog. Here is what I tried to say:
How wonderful. You are a gift to this world, indeed. (Loved your poem.)
Thank you for those kind words…comments will not show up until they are moderated…perhaps that is why you think you are having problem?
I didn’t get a “moderated” type message, just kept going nowhere. I am having trouble logging in lots of places this week, so it’s possible that it’s just rejecting my URL for the website.
There’s so much to be crazy over up in here, but this is my fave:
“the fight
of wind on skin. Pain slow
-slammed into truth”
I’ll be back for more …
Hi Ali..;)
Very intriguing…
Ooh, to be a preposition and have the function of connecting. Not many can say that is their birthright. But I liked, “the faults in skin and stars” best because it is about the texture of integrity. Where did you find that graphic? How useful for the prompt!
The pause of “Tears” was so effective, bringing unknown layers to your poem.
Oceans tossed over shoulders
and ankled deep. The faults in
skin and stars. The limber arms
of trees.
those lines were like from an old tome that centuries buried the secrets of a special name – love getting to know your full name De.
Beauty definitley, De! A stunning poem with a killer final stanza – a long-stung song.
I followed the link to DeLinda, and was happy to see that your “usage peaked modestly in 1965”. Gotta be a poem in that, LOL! A dVerse prompt someday.: “Write a poem about the year your usage peaked modestly…”
Oh, man. That’s priceless! 🙂
DeLinda has a beautiful ring to it. I wondered where the De in your name originated. Of beauty…Of tears… Of salt… Of Breeze! I hear the ocean calling your name!!
Nice description of the song as “long-stung”.
kaykuala
A smile. A long-
stung song.
A good close.It allows a preservation of good qualities
Hank
Such wonderful alliteration, and to be the preposition the de/fining sea…
De means they in Swedish..
Ooooo. I like that, too. One with multiple personalities. 😉
Evolution’s
Beauty
NoW
Salty
TearS iN
Breeze
True
iT iS iN
LiGHT
all of this
EncloSinG oPeNinG
NoW iN BeacH ALivE TidE..:)
I love your full name! You do breeze across those seas!