The BlueIris Semi-Nightly Poem Thread, 8/3/07

[BlueIris]

"August"

The only odalisque I know is August
whose hours open like a long kiss
that lasts all afternoon. Notice how
she dips her slender fingers into the cool
mint tea of evening, languidly wrapping
her turban as if to protect her head, sensually,
from that clear-eyed and ambitious Fall.
She knows her days are waning,
that soon enough she'll be packed
for storage like a mistress or a vase
emptied of stems, of summer, of an ocean
too cold now for swimming. But she
knows no hurry. Her limbs are tanned
curving along the chase lounge.
That over-the-shoulder half-smile
she gives you still mysteriously beckons.
If she invites you to lie with her, do.

—Christina Daub

[SeattleGirl]

1. That's beautiful, BI.

And exactly how today felt, once the clouds burned away.

Thanks!

[BlueIris]

2. This, like most of the poems I will post, is one of the pieces that showed me

what the poetic form could do in skilled hands. This is one of the poems that inspired me (during my wasted youth) to keep developing my skills until I could be the poet I am today and perhaps will be in the future.

[BlueIris]

3. Kick.

[CaliforniaPeggy]

4. My dear BlueIris...

How delicious this is!

Very sensual and langorous...

Thank you...:hug:

[BlueIris]

6. "(S)ensual and langorous." So true. nt

[I Have A Dream]

5. Oooooo, so true! August is always a bittersweet month for me.

Thanks, BI!

[BlueIris]

7. Me, too. This poem really captures that. nt

[idgiehkt]

8. Beautiful, just beautiful

:applause:

"If she invites you to lie with her, do."

[BlueIris]

9. Isn't that a great ending?

I have trouble with endings myself, so I especially admire the poems in which the author closes with a killer last line.