Thursday, March 13, 2014

Door Softly Creeks




















door softly cr eeee ks  on worn hinges
lub dub  heartbeat  races in anticipation
each craCKing step bringing you closer
rhythm of  shoes echoing in the hallway
earthly scents circulate winter's night air
slipping beside me, feeling your warmth
tickling my ear,  sweet gentle whispers
tracing outlines featherlight fingertips
trees whistling playing a catchy melody
holding hands, warm lips move together
listening to our bodies sway soft sighs


posted for dVerse..writing poetry without the
sense of sight..hosted by Brian


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38 comments:

  1. MaryMarch 13, 2014

    First of all, that is quite some photo. It looks like the hands of two different people. I like the word play in the first few lines. Especially the craCKing step, which really shows it like it is. And the ending of the poem is ever so sensual. The warm lips, etc. -- beautifully penned.

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    1. TruedessaMarch 13, 2014

      Hi Mary,

      Thanks for visiting always a pleasure to read your thoughts..

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  2. ScarletMarch 13, 2014

    Passionate & full of gentleness ~ Liking the sounds & sighs here very much ~

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    1. TruedessaMarch 13, 2014

      Thanks Grace I always appreciate your kind comments.

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  3. Pat HattMarch 13, 2014

    Don't need eyes to feel such heart strings taking flight, whether day or night, a little whisper in the ear and soft sighs will come near. Shoes in the hallway you say, you know I can't take them off at my bay lol

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    1. TruedessaMarch 13, 2014

      The sound of shoes in the hallway
      you wear them always????

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    2. Blue GrumpsterMarch 16, 2014

      Can't live without my eyes
      Scared of many goodbyes
      Of hearing too many lies
      Don't want to focus on cries
      Coming from deep down inside
      Without my eyes I just want to hide

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  4. Brian MillerMarch 13, 2014

    smiles...it is a gentle intimacy in your words...between the two...but also with the world...a contentedness in among everything....that kinda love i think gives a greater appreciation of the world around us as well...

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    1. TruedessaMarch 13, 2014

      Thanks Brian..I always enjoy reading your thoughtful comments..

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  5. Alex J. CavanaughMarch 13, 2014

    Wow, I didn't even notice you weren't using sight. Well done!

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    1. TruedessaMarch 13, 2014

      Hi Alex,

      Thanks for such a lovely comment..

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  6. LindaMMarch 13, 2014

    Innocence and secrecy. Really lovely.

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  7. ClaudiaMarch 14, 2014

    cool use of sense of touch here...and i do like the whistling trees a lot

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    1. TruedessaMarch 15, 2014

      I do enjoy the language of trees..thanks..

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  8. kaykualaMarch 14, 2014

    Two people within the one feel for each other. Touching makes the connection with no sights necessary for relief. Nicely Truedessa!

    Hank

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    1. TruedessaMarch 15, 2014

      Thanks Hank...always nice of you to visit..

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  9. GabriellaMarch 14, 2014

    A very sensual poem, Trudessa! I like your use of onomatopoeia at the beginning of your piece.

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    1. TruedessaMarch 15, 2014

      Thank you Gabriella I tried to incorporate sound..

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  10. AbhraMarch 14, 2014

    Very very sensual poetry here - absolutely lovable.

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  11. Optimistic ExistentialistMarch 14, 2014

    I really love the romance and sensuality here. Quite a romantic scene you painted.

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    1. TruedessaMarch 15, 2014

      So nice of you to come for a visit :-)

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  12. Cressida de NovaMarch 14, 2014

    Very romantic...holding hands can be so intimate and such a gesture of love.

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    1. TruedessaMarch 15, 2014

      the warmth of hands brings comfort..

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  13. humbirdMarch 14, 2014

    Fingers can be like hearts, touching each other...~ nice play with words

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  14. VictoriaMarch 14, 2014

    It amazes me how all the senses come alive in this sensual piece, without the help of vision.

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    1. TruedessaMarch 15, 2014

      Victoria, thank you for reading my poem..

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  15. vb holmesMarch 14, 2014

    At first, I thought the creaking door and anticpating heartbeat described something ominous and was pleasantly surprised as my reaction changed to fit your words. Well done.

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    1. TruedessaMarch 15, 2014

      Thanks I wanted to give the piece a bit of suspense..

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  16. Mystic_MomMarch 14, 2014

    So perfect! Just love this.

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    1. TruedessaMarch 15, 2014

      Thank you so much..comments are always appreciated..

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  17. Ginny BrannanMarch 15, 2014

    Is anticipation a "sense"? Can certainly feel that in this piece! Lovely.

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    1. TruedessaMarch 15, 2014

      I think you can feel anticipation..thank you..

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  18. TruedessaMarch 15, 2014

    Thank you for letting me know what you liked..:)

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  19. AnonymousMarch 15, 2014

    whew! ~

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