One Drop
I come to you whilst sun still sleeps, my soul an empty well
You offer bright a pleasing drip of crystal blue, the flavor of your skin
I watch, my eyes upon your virtue, fingers tracing thin, such shallow ripple
By sunrise cruel day has harvested my sweet bounty and sky cries with thunder
And thusly, parched, in early morn, I return in famine to feed from you
I clutch, heavy bucket firm, hollow and alive, beckoning for your taste
Again, you offer naught; say single bead of blood, a grain from savored heap
Yet still I take, I gobble, devour, forlorn lady of the dust, shapeless in her struggle
With the coming of noon, I yearn, spiteful satisfaction laughing, and crawl to noble feet
Slaking, I rise still, cherished flask in aching hands, I bring forward
In one move, without thought, you dip into me, a cool touch against my phantom being
I am quenched for but a fraction of a step, before your image fades to misty past
Leaping back through shadows, I stumble fast, and mourn the lost bit of you
In longing, I return once more, pulled forward at midday, to harvest with cold metal spoon
I watch spent, with heart grey, as lonely drop you drip from butterfly’s tongue
So singular in action, so sparse, a flea would gasp for more. But I? I dance
And in spinning, spoon bends, and the gathering of hopes is lost within the moors
Sundown comes with sorrow, a thinly eye-dropper I balance true, to abide my knight
At long last you call me hither, I blush and bend, with breath held, a beautiful droplet to humbly seize
Steadily, I squeeze, bringing your essence into the dry caverns of my waking dreams
Bathed in fleeting gratitude, I bask boldly, as soothing rivers travel through starved holes
Until the midnight hour, and I find I am no more alive than before, still this gatherer of scattered splinters
Shaken by seizing ache, withered and dried, familiar prison of emerald charm, free this wanting child
This empty well, before the last tear escapes, and all I am is perished, through the release of one last drop
~ Sam Craft, July 2012
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“I watch spent, with heart grey, as lonely drop you drip from butterfly’s tongue
So singular in action, so sparse, a flea would gasp for more. But I? I dance”
Love those lines they say so much, a poem on their own really.
Love you LOADS my lovely friend. xxx 🙂 ❤
Oh…yes….I see…those lines alone speak volumes to the whole poem…bravo.
Thank you dear one 🙂
xoxox
Sam
🙂 )))
Ahhh Sam — this one necessitated my tired brain to read through many times… love the imagery and deep “hunger” you have expressed so passionately here… Seems it’s an unquenchable hunger in many ways 😦 Enjoyed in its entirety and loved this:
“At long last you call me hither, I blush and bend, with breath held, a beautiful droplet to humbly seize
Steadily, I squeeze, bringing your essence into the dry caverns of my waking dreams
Bathed in fleeting gratitude, I bask boldly, as soothing rivers travel through starved holes
Until the midnight hour, and I find I am no more alive than before, still this gatherer of scattered splinters”
Another obviously channelled work dear sea sister ~ in awe and with love, R
You know…maybe I should have ended the poem at those lines…You have such an eye for poetry. So sorry the brain had to work on this one. hehe. Deep hunger…you think??? (giggles) Yep, that’s me. As for the rest, some day we shall have a spot of tea and share. 🙂
So glad you enjoyed. This was one of my favorites…it took some time to ooze out of all my pores today….quite some time.
You are too sweet. Hugs sea sister. xoxoxo
just really learning the world of poetry… do enjoy ~ though always want to ‘analyze’ and my oldest daughter has explained that I need not interpret – just feel it. 🙂 So glad you think i have a sense for it though!! Yes – tea…a date!! All your pores??!! Oh MY!!! — we will discuss that at tea as well — Smiles and Hugs!
Just feel it…..wise daughter you have…need to carry that advice to life itself….at least I do…forget the constant dissection. Tea and spilling the guts in order. Hugs, Sam
Great job, Sam! Beautiful, meaningful words! The image at the top of the post is world-class—seriously!
I’m so glad you and Robyn like the image….it is one of my favorites I ever took. I like the contrast. One side is the still, dirty murky water. “Seno” can mean womb or the bossom of the family, depending. On one side of the photo is the promised dream….the ferris wheel, carnival…yet it is only an illusion. And how the crow, he just sits there between the two worlds. 🙂 My interpretation, anyhow. Thanks for your thoughts. 🙂 Sam
oooo i almost forgot about the image as the poem swept me away but I so do agree, world-class. The composition, reflection in the water – simply amazing and could have been a post all by itself!!xo
So glad you liked it. So did George. I love the statement the photo makes…the extreme contrast and how the crow sits seemingly between two worlds…..doesn’t he??? Thanks so much :)))
Did not notice the word Seno till now… amazing! Yes – the crow stuck between 2 worlds – one of grand illusion. It’s a fabulous shot!! xo
Cool, isn’t it. So glad someone beyond me, appreciated the photo. 🙂 Takes a keen and clever eye…..I think….to catch the beauty of it. 🙂
Love the whole post as usual, did really enjoy the song, great choice…
Glad you enjoyed…Yep…that song seemed to fit the mood. Hope you and yours had a grand day. Sam 🙂
Some how I feel that my heart has missed something today… is it a photo?
Sam that first line took my breath away..what a beauty and then the whole poem..the longing of a craving dry soul for a drop of love….every line a beauty quenching a readers thirst.
“I am quenched for but a fraction of a step, before your image fades to misty past
Leaping back through shadows, I stumble fast, and mourn the lost bit of you”…marvelous
I love to read what lines catch readers’ attention…I think I agree with you with the first line as the one I cherish….and yes….you are spot on with: “the longing of a craving dry soul for a drop of love” You are by far one of the most insightful commenters…You have a gift for going to the core of a post and highlighting the heart of the substance. Love your visits and words, as always. 🙂 Sam
lovely poem…i love it…i really do 🙂
“This empty well, before the last tear escapes, and all I am is parished, through the release of one last drop”
The last line keeps playing in my head…more like i’m really feeling it…just one question though, Sam…is that parished? or perished? sorry, can’t help asking questions 😦
good to be back reading your blogs again…missed a lot…{{hugs}}
So glad you caught that; it’s my dyslexia. 🙂 thanks. Hugs. Glad you enjoyed. 🙂
Wow!
I know….like that all ooozed out of this person…lol…..Thanks so much. LBS…..that (LBS) sitll sounds funny doesn’t it…it’s that BS part….lol… 🙂
It may sound funny to most, but, since I know it’s a term of endearment, it sounds fine to me. You decide what you want there and I will try to comply.
BB (I mean, face it, I could be Blogging Older Brother and just be BOB lol).
lol…that’s my husband’s name. 🙂 hehe
See what a fine name it is?!