Poetry Thursday - More image inspiration

(Adonis and Aphrodite by Jits Bakker)

I've 'known' Jits Bakker his art for some time now and I never seem to be able to get enough of looking at it. This particular piece is one of my personal favorites. It seems complex and yet ... it makes absolute sense.

Below is the poem with which I respond to this weeks PT idea "more image inspiration". Happy PT everyone.

I have found myself in you
wrapped around and bundled in

I'm uncovered

in want
of discovery

for where do you
or I
begin

inside out we fold

and I am weak

in strength and certainty

that I will lose myself

where you are found

wrapped around

inside of me

Poetry Thursday - Image inspiration

(Sculpture of Cupid reviving Psyche with a kiss by Antonio Canova)

This week I think I cheated a bit (just a teensy bit). The moment I read the completely and totally optional idea – image inspiration, I saw a picture in my head I wanted to write down.
The picture of this wonderful sculpture I found afterwards, so it doesn't really belong to the poem but it does kinda fit.

your hands
feel restless
upon my hips

my fingers
slowly draw
the outline
of your trembling lips

cool velvet skin
in an eloquently fiery embrace

no one can call us
passive

caught forever
in amaranthines timeless gaze

Poetry Thursday – defining moments

(In short; describe a beautiful word before knowing its meaning.)

This week I thought I knew exactly what I wanted to do. I had a list of all these words I'd scribbled down while rereading Jane Austen's Persuasion; a list of words I've wanted for long to do something with and now was my chance. Hooray, this was going to be wonderful.
Or so I thought.
Turns out, when you have a long list of 'wishes' you risk turning them into Frankenstein when you start 'claying' with them all at once.
But I took the risk and I did it.
I created a monstrous glob of words.
So after some nasty swearing I wisely accepted my defeat and decided to start over and this time very modestly, with just one word. Hope it worked.

yours is a world I remember
in stasis
like slumbering primal sleep

a déjà vu
of beautiful frozen faces

memories
waiting for the thaw
anticipating to follow-up
on creation

all the while
patiently waiting

…
my hidden atavistic sensation

private dialogue

you get noticed
a scene from afar
and you know this

(no secret here)

you accept
every carver's personal scar

and although I don't regret
we're somewhere somewhat 'the same'

I bend
and change to suit the scene

where you will stick to fundamental strength
without breaking down
from excessive claim

(and there's your cause for fame)

but now I need for you to open up
and still you're standing tall

acknowledging to me
that these are just

my very inspirational
(yet rather 'eccentric')

conversations with a wall

Poetry Thursday - no names please

This weeks completely and totally optional idea is 'no names, please'. Describe something without actually naming it.
I've enjoyed myself with this one. Went a little crazy at first because there are so many beautiful things in life and I couldn't decide right away what I wanted to write about.
But it turned out to be this.

Please click the picture to enlarge.