Freckles

Each freckle is a last kiss to be traced back to you,

how many lifetimes of last kisses could there be,

outlined by tiny tear fractures?

All puddled and muddled,

The constellations

Upon a pale

Universe

Of skin.

 

Reviews

[Bluet_Belle]

I like this a lot. I love the words you use, and the last few lines

The constellations

Upon a pale

Universe

Of skin.


I can imagine the whole piece as it flows, flecke skin swirled with night sky, pale skin becoming saphire velvet netting, dark fleck becoming sharp barbed, silver kisses. I love it.

[Vesa Lee]

Oh my...so enchanting...
You're really spun a beautiful picture with this piece.
I don't think I've ever read a piece before in which freckles are so grandly presented.

Thanks for sharing, I loved it. :)

[Bryce Simonds]

I enjoyed the style/format you used in this poem. It kept me wanting to get to the end of the poem to see what was the ending. Thanks for sharing!
-Bryce

[PianoandPage]

mmmm what a beautiful exploration of freckles.

i personally LOVE freckles.

i like how you paint them as constellations without actually say "freckles like constellations"

[SPINNING ON that dizzy ..]

this is playful and sweet and one of the few times in my life I am happy I have freckles! haha..... very nice little tribute haha

Kath

[Legion]

Good poem. Loved this the best:

"The constellations

Upon a pale

Universe

Of skin."


Kudos. :)