You have
moved me,

a thousand galaxies,
groaning, shifting,
One mile a million years
of silver dust and fire,
smoldering into
the beauty that is
our night

like raindrop grapes
plucked off vine,
skillfully pressed
by hands of women
with smile and song
on wizened lips
a hundred years ago
caught, bottled,
poured slow
in the glass
we share now

a low boil
of stew, hours long
stirred, discerned
to beef and bouillon,
clove and onion
before the welcome,
parting demise
of it’s patiently
delicious effort
into our

You have
moved me,

so I have learned
the language behind
every expressive
stretch of time,
so slowly stirring
something beautiful
to love.

Categories: Creative Writing, love, poems, poetry, prose | Tags: , , , , | 2 Comments

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2 thoughts on ““Stir”

  1. I love thisss!
    Mind checking my latest poem?
    If you’re interested – https://anunexpectedpoet.wordpress.com/2016/01/08/a-caterpillar-in-her-cocoon/
    Thank you.

  2. Tulika B.


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