Sketch me your rapturous longing
as loganberries
changing from pale to red fall from the sky,
in twilight your skin is more olive,
your lips more soft
and eyes a form of rhetoric that seem to melt
under the heat of my own gaze,
what once was whispered to the moon
has now emerged in tarot,
though I admit
I have no memory of being offered a choice,
beloved
what’s chaos to the world is balm for my soul.
Photo credits: The Dystopian Tarot, Kerry O’ Conner
Posted for Art Flash @ Real Toads
such fine use of color
Thank you so much, Larry 😀 so good to see you ❤️
I love the thought of passion coming as:
“I have no memory of being offered a choice”… maybe that’s why it’s called falling
Thank you so much, Bjorn 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
I like the thoughts that you feel we had not choice!
Thank you so much, Toni 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
” I admit I have no memory of being offered a choice, beloved what’s chaos to the world ” is beans to me. Yes. Out choice hardly counts at all
Nicely written , dystopian’s plight.
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Thank you so much, Jim 😀 so good to see you ❤️
I agree with Bjorn. At least in my case, falling in “love” (or whatever it may have been) is always linked with falling from grace and losing myself.
Thank you so much, Real Cie 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
“Sketch me your rapturous longing as loganberries”…. I love that beginning, Sanaa.
Thank you so much, Debi 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
I like the way you’ve used your title to set your poem in the present month of May, Sanaa, leaving plenty of room for romance. The opening lines are perfectly ekphrastic and I love the lines:
‘what once was whispered to the moon
has now emerged in tarot’.
Thank you so much, Kim 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
I like the way the words ‘longing’ and ‘loganberries’ work together. And your final statements are a resounding finale!
Thank you participating in this prompt so hot on the heels of April.
Thank you so much, Kerry 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
(and thank you for the lovely prompt) 🌹
Oh this is lovely, love your descriptive word choices..”.though I admit
I have no memory of being offered a choice, beloved” Yes, I love this line!
Thank you so much, Susie 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
“couldn’t help myself” “falling in love” the idea of Cupid with his magical bow and arrow… Lovers in their own world. You capture it all and I adore the image of loganberries falling from the sky – and changing to red!
Thank you so much, Margaret 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
Love your ending on this delicious poem!
Thank you so much, Sara 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️