Monday, 12 September 2016

Silken Scarf

Only words
bind us together
emotive, powerful yet destructive
hate you, adore you, you’re so Aargh!
just a sound, shapes scribbled down
intangible, yes, but still
scratch hearts with sadness:
only words I throw at you
not fists nor china cups of
cracked mouldy blue:
words are the weave
that wove our love...
to lose myself in you
to be a silken scarf
to warm your throat
whence words flow true;
oh to close my eyes and
touch a memory held so tight,
let words fall in the shape of a kiss
onto my longing lips this winter’s night.

© Julian Clarke 2016

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  1. This is beautiful. I love the silken scarf warming the throat of your beloved losing yourself in her...such a gorgeous love poem.

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    1. Really pleased you enjoyed this, Rall',and thank you for your thoughts

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    1. Thank you, Richard for your kind comment, very much appreciated.

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  3. The intimacy in being a silken scarf... how wonderful...

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    1. your thoughts are very mcu appreciated,glad you liked it.

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  4. to be a silken scarf
    to warm your throat
    whence words flow true... beautiful!!

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    1. Thotpurge, thank you and I'm pleased you liked it.

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  5. word is omnipotent...love the images you've used here...

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  6. words are the weave
    that wove our love...
    to lose myself in you
    to be a silken scarf
    to warm your throat

    Gorgeous!!!

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    1. Thank you, Sanaa. Pleased you enjoyed it.

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  7. after the words the silk scarf could have been a noose but instead it becomes the tie that binds you - such beautiful words tightly structured and yet free to flow

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  8. This one flows so effortlessly Julian - a real song from the heart - and always admire when people can write in the shape of a dress.. ;)

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    1. So pleased you enjoyed it, and thank you.

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  9. I like the idea of throwing words rather than fists or cups. Words can indeed be a strong weapon; but better that words are that 'silken scarf' to give a person warmth and pleasure. And, ah, words that fall in the shape of a kiss -- no greater joy!

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    1. I think so too, Mary. And thank you for your thoughts

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  10. 'Hate you, adore you, you're so Argh!" made me smile. I so know that feeling. Words "scratch hearts with sadness", but they warm up as the poem progresses, to beautiful images. A wonderful poem to read.

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    1. Thank you, Sherry and I'm glad you liked it.

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  11. Luv how closely, the feelings stated, wrap themselves around the beloved, via words

    Have a good Sunday Julian

    much love...

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  12. This is such a wonderful tribute to the beloved--really gorgeous writing!

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    1. Thank you, Audrey, for your kind thoughts and I am pleased you enjoyed it.

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  13. Yes, words can have so many effects on us, and the best to 'fall in the shape of a kiss' on one's lips. Love the metaphor 'to be a silken scarf to warm your throat' ~ written by heart.

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    1. Thank you, humbird, pleased you enjoyed it.

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  14. it seems the words came in soft steady rhythm.

    let words fall in the shape of a kiss
    onto my longing lips this winter’s night.

    lovely way to end a night in the shape of a kiss

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    1. Thank you for your thoughts, and yes a lovely way to end a night.

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  15. So tenderly drawn - beautiful evocative images. Wonderful writing!

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    1. Thank you, Wendy for your thoughts.

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  16. words are the weave
    that wove our love.

    How very true Julian! The pen is sharper than the sword so they say.

    Hank

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  17. I wonder if love can be born without words?

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    1. there's a thought, thanks for stopping by.

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  18. Love! it's so hrd to forget words, to use words to erase words, to use words to blow the kiss.

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    1. Thank you for your thoughts, Susan.

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