in the words of lust most subtle
you are what remains
when all tarnish is stripped.
I watch, content
the flecks of sanded rust
snow down
as rashly skirted secrets often do.
I am covered as I covet
every atom of dust
that breathes through you.
– Sheila Sea
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Lust, metal, and rust. That’s fresh.
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Happy you dug it. Thank you for the compliment.
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No problem. Every writer should hear it when they write great lines. If you don’t mind me asking, how long have you been writing?
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Haha. Thank you. Yes, I completely agree.. I’ve been writing for a long time, I wrote terrible pre-teen poetry, then terrible teen poetry, then terrible young adult poetry, and now not-so-bad adult poetry, lol. I suppose I’ve been writing for most of my life but I never published anything until this year. I think experience and evolution is a large part of being a good writer. My hope is continue that process because I just love to write regardless of what happens or how it’s received by people (although everyone has been gracious and supportive).
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Congratulations on publication. I know it feels great. I’ve been published, but not poetry yet. I’m working on it. ^_^ I’d love to exchange poetry with you for workshop if you’re interested.
Have you explored other creative writing forms?
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Sure thing, I really enjoy collaboration. Email me, please: sheilaseapoetry@gmail.com
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I like the imagination in your poems and the freshness of your writing. ‘True Cartography’ posted last month is quite a jewel for me.
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Thank you, John. I’m so glad you enjoy my work.
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You got it all. Alliteration, interior rhyme, patter, pace and patterns…a word slinger with lyricial panache.
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oh goodness, thank you so much for the amazing compliment. You’ve really made my day.
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Wonderful. I love the contrast of subtle lust (at least I’m not sured to thinking of it that way ;)); the gritty texture of sanded rust and the danger in rashly skirted secrets; and contrast again in breathing through dust–which, having allergies, feels uncomfortable to me, but plays up the depth of the narrator’s passion.
Thanks for following my blog, too 🙂 !
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Thank you so much! You’re very close with the contrast, yes, absolutely.. I’m sure everyone will interpret it their own way. Haha, I’m not allergic to dust so my thoughts were different in writing the line but thats the funny thing about writing.
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Ohhhh, me likey. 🙂
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Hello Sheila, thank you for following vsvevg. This poem brought to mind a poem I love, Often I Imagine the Earth, by Dan Gerber. Enjoyed it!
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Really nice and great style, i’ll be reading more.
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Holy smokes – that’s a treat to read and re-read.
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I’m humbled, thank you. ☺️
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Thank you for following my blog. Your poetry is so beautiful. I will certainly follow you.
Blessings,
-Naima
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This is beautifully and intriguingly phrased throughout, throwing up unexpected images that deserve to be lingered over 🙂
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mmm thank you, you’re very kind. I’m happy it moved you in some way. ☺️
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i really admire your style in the way you form the image in the poetry. i would also like to thank you for dropping by to have a read…
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Thank you so much for your kind words. I was happy to stop by, I’ll revisit your work again soon. 🙂
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a crazy question if you don’t mind…
Is that you in your avitar?
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It certainly is..
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O-My!
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eyes that see … ks
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beautiful
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Beautifully written
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Thank you, much obliged. 🙂
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Nice!
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“every atom of dust” that one just gave it even more starlike quality to your poetry
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Thank you. ☺️
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It´s true, no throwing flower to you for the sake of it.
But I do like that cool little yellow face, that one doesn´t creep me out and they all normally do, even the smiley ones
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hahaha, thanks. It’s a blushing smiley face!
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Like blushing then
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Love this and others of your poems. Thank you so much for following my blog!
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nicely done
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