Language Of Poetry

There is a warm mystery 
In the way he talks to her
She reads him in time's suspense
Embracing his lines of love....like
Smoky whisper of vetiver on skin

She aches for the rush of the warmth of his breath
Letting love lean into her
Letting him hold her soul
Letting the ink draw words out..

When the soul lusts with sensations of a poem
Letters become art
A scented inscription spells
Waiting for imagination to create reality

Illumination of candor...



#free verse

98 thoughts on “Language Of Poetry

  1. If that’s free verse I’d happily pay for it – my not very good joke. But seriously brilliant writing, Lady Yasmin. ‘…Letters become art, A scented inscription spells…’ A whole story in seven words ~ George

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  2. I really love the imagery you used in this wonderful piece. Though I would love to see a deeper (longer poem perhaps?) to see how things would go. I would love to read more of the descriptive images that stand as a symbol of not only human warmth, but also humane love. Consider me as a new follower!

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  3. Wow! Your lines are very bold, and there’s a hidden sense of wildness within every line. It’s amazing. I think the free verse form allows the poem to step beyond just a regular creative writing process to a bolder expression of passion and of the heart. Keep up the good work!

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