amber

Smile; tickle- foot touched smile
Bird like nested
In transient parting lips
Leaving that indentedness
Of place....

This lost fabric of
Unfolded disarrays of jeans
Becoming your shape
A bodiless, embodiment of blue
Wrapped in untouchable textures
Of soft worn hopes

Within a teardrop
That Turns transfixed to amber

— Orphani, Sep 18, 2009

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Geezer

16 years 8 months ago

I love your style...

I love your style. Memory is such that we remember... Making each, only our own. "unfolded disarry of jeans" I remember..... You made it so.~Geezer

lyz

16 years 8 months ago

Dear O

Sweet to my eyes. I actually liked, Turning to amber within the years, do not know why but it sounded really nice when I read it. I like the rest but it just took over. Now, is the 2nd last line is it supposed to be, wrapped or draped. Don't forget, I sometimes do not recognize some words, I have a bit of homer in me, Doh,lol. And if this is a memory, sounds a little cheeky, but hey, what a memory. Love From Lyz. XX

Orphani

16 years 8 months ago

thanks for the spelling

thanks for the spelling correction lyz

Orphani

16 years 8 months ago

Lyz, do you mean you would

Lyz, do you mean you would like to turn to amber literally or you like the words if i sound stupid its becouse i am .....o

lyz

16 years 8 months ago

Dear O

Nice color, maybe lasts forever, hmm, nah, I liked the words, lol. Have u gotta a little Homer too?, lol. Love Lyz. XX

Seren

16 years 8 months ago

Dear O

Ahhh the sepia colour of the pictures and they are worn from handling thats what this made me think of .. dont ask me why lol I am pretty woozey still lol but I thought this snapshot of image was wonderful Love and higgest bugs Jayne x x

Orphani

16 years 8 months ago

always,happy to read the

always,happy to read the words of my favorite poet.Your bugs returned......o

Nordic cloud

16 years 8 months ago

indentedness of place

The disarray of jeans- the sculpted jeans still holding their owners identity. This collaged, thrown birds-nested poem again leaves us bodiless and mysteriously interests our subconscious minds with its picture caught in the amber jewellery of your words Orphani. Love Ann of Norway

hugo la rosa

16 years 8 months ago

Orphani:

You really don't say much in this poem, but you suggest a world of your own making. I'm glad you better leave the interpretation to the reader. Great, masterful use of words! Sincerely, Hugo