Anoint Me with Poetry

Color me in metaphorical hues,

    tinges of red's soft sonnets

paint a picture within inky filigreed lace

    and fine silken threads

my religion breathes your favored essence

    twist poetry into my hair, 

     let me hear the music sing

bathe me in champagne bubbled prose

   sending butterfly shivers up my spine

I breathe the air you pen 

                          and then some again

                                  write in blood, wake up the oxygen flow

                                  the words that artists bleed

                  you are my strength, my power, my weakness                                                                              

                                                                                                                                         

                             i dine on the phases of your moons

   cut me deep into the heart & gut

                 watch the movement of echoes unfold

                                       whilst moving majestic amethyst  mountains, 

shred my soul with your dragon's breath

anoint my breasts, oils that seep thy quill

make me punch drunk dizzy

drenching me in your sparkling wines

clinging from the vines of destiny's path

my soul existence is dependent

 upon a verse

Author's Note

Thank you sweet Sye (noodlehead) for sending me this lovely pic, it's the inspiration for this one...

Reviews

[Ravyne Hawke]

I love poetry that flows effortlessly and this piece does so with style. Beautiful metaphors and usage of colors. I am left in awe of the radiance of this poem. I felt like I was floating down a river of poetic brilliance. So glad I found you and your wonderful words.

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much Lori, sorry I missed this one earlier, love your glowing review...much appreciated.

[Ravyne Hawke]

You are most welcomed, Frieda.

[WritersRankings]

You cut so deep into the poetic fibre here of what it means to write. It's awesome that your identity drips in this amethyst moist imaginative celebration of the craft. I'm a believer...

[J. K. Beach]

Frieda... You twist poetry in my mind! This is a fantastic bit of writing... flows elegantly into my writer's soul... I'm at a loss for words! Absolutely beautiful...

[Frieda P]

I can't thank you enough J.K. I'm enthralled that you enjoyed my poetic musings, this is an oldie but one of my favorites, grazie mille!

[KAOlmsted]

Oh my dog, this amazeballs (seemed appropriate) ;-) Seriously. Exquisite. Shelving it.

[Frieda P]

Wow, you're really hard at work tonight the kimmer, thanks so much, I kind of fancy this one myself....

[KAOlmsted]

I caught the sun yesterday and don't feel much like hot tubbing tonight...besides, The Brit has The Native for company and their bro-mance is in full swing xD Always my pleasure...

[Frieda P]

Ha don't get in the middle of a bromance, as long as you have your sweater, it's all good. ;-)

[KAOlmsted]

xD

[Coyote Poetry]

Artwork and poetry. A field trip into amazing description and words.
"he words that artists bleed
you are my strength, my power, my weakness"
Thank you for the excellent poem.
Coyote

[Frieda P]

So happy you took that trip with me John, thank you.

[InsanityWriter]

Beautiful picture, perfect poem. :) Stupendously done. ;) *adds to Favorites*

[Frieda P]

Woo, thanks so much Insanity!

[Claire Twinn]

A sweetly whimsical fantasy, full of beautiful images

[Frieda P]

Thanks Claire so happy you felt them.

[Dream Weaver]

Hush! do you hear that? That's me being silenced by such profound
exquisiteness! Loved it!

[Frieda P]

Wow dream weaver, that's all I can say after reading this.....!

[Dream Weaver]

Well Frieda darling... you wrote the masterpiece not I ;0)

[Frieda P]

Your words were just as enchanting! :-) x

[Dream Weaver]

Oh go on now...no I really mean go on...lol ;)xx

[Frieda P]

Haha, sweet & a comedian too! ;-) xo

[Dream Weaver]

Okay now I'm blushing, I hope you're happy! :P xo

[Starr]

Your use of flow is majestic. I also fancy your sensual diction:
"bathe me in champagne bubbled prose/sending butterfly shivers up my spine/i breathe the air you pen /and then some again/write in blood, wake up the oxygen flow"
These lines are probably my favorites in this piece. This is the moment where the reader finds him/herself straightening up with shivers and inhaling sharply!

[Frieda P]

Oh I adore that 'straightening up with shivers and inhaling sharply'!! I may have to steal that one from you, thanks so much Starr!

[Androglossia]

Jelly. I see mountains of rainbow colored jelly. And then a cheese of sunshine and lollipop trees. Butterflies everywhere of course. And there's me, walking on a silverdusty road:) Do you know the feeling of being overwhelmed with goodness? Yeah that. It's what I felt when I read this piece. This is beyond beautiful. If heaven means mountains of jelly and lollipop trees then this is got to be heavenly.

[Frieda P]

Oh, I am so enamored with your review here Maryanne, I want to make it part of my poem! Thanks so much, truly appreciate what your felt here.

[Androglossia]

And you're very welcome o_O and oh yes! you can make a poem out of it:)

[Frieda P]

I meant this one, not sure if I can twist jelly mountains and lollipop trees into a new write, but it sounds delicious!

[Androglossia]

I'm pretty sure you can:) excited here...