Friday, May 13, 2011

Mist of Mint (Wordle 3)

Tom Fedro

She breathes a mist of mint on my lips
Want slides, pushing aside pride
Conscious is released, clocks out, turns its head

Mists of mint
Supersedes tugs of guilt
Evaporation of resist is quick
A flooding river in reverse

Mists of mint
Release sweat
Tiny drops of water wet my unbuttoned shirt
Seaweed handcuffs tickle
Just right, then too tight

Mists of mint
Left me for dead
On the shore of white sand and black stones
Bruises of shame embroidered my neck

She breathes a mist of mint


Greyscale Territory said...

A sensuous potrait of a modern day Siren! Beautiful!

And thank you so much for your delightful comment on my blog!

brenda w said...

This is a well constructed wordle piece Henry, it pulled me in. The repetition of mists of mint will linger for awhile. Mint soothes the stomach, so its smell pleases, it will draw some people in every time. Alluring with a bite.

Kim Nelson said...

Mists of mint... provocative. This is a sketch of warning, a sketch of desire. Nicely constructed.

flaubert said...

Henry, I just saw your comment, and I am so glad you wrote this beautiful piece for the wordle. Lovely.


Victoria said...

Henry, enjoyed the repetition that seemed to evoke a sense of warning. Truly skilled wordle. Not forced at all. Thanks for your kind comments and support on my blog, too.

Mary said...

Henry, this is an impressive poem. You used the wordle words artfully. I love 'mist of mint.'

Jingle said...

collective words.
very elegant and visual.

Promising Poets Parking Lot said...

keep it up.

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