These are my seasons:
Silk
slippery and smooth
it does not stick
no matter how hot,
silent caress on my skin,
weightless, as if I were naked.
Silk is a surprise kiss,
goosebumps along my neck,
dinners and slow dances.
Cashmere
the soft, warm hug
I can wrap myself with
and daydream in
when you are not with me.
Cashmere is leaning back
against your chest,
feeling your heart beat,
fast then slow.
Linen
crisp, fresh breeze
my hair pulled up
off my neck
your hands circling
my hips like a busy bee.
Linen is lemonade,
swinging on a front porch,
our legs intertwined.
Interesting prompt by Brian over a Dverse Poets Pub on Thursday. In his post, Meeting the Bar: The Blind Poet, he encouraged us to write a poem using all of our senses except sight. This is what I came up with.
Lupita Eyde-Tucker is a bilingual poet and translator raised in New Jersey and Guayaquil, Ecuador. She is the winner of the 2021 Unbound Book Festival Emerging Poet Award, the 2019 Betty Gabehart Prize, and in 2018 was selected as an AWP Writer to Writer Mentee by poet Maggie Smith. In 2022 her poetry manuscript, "Eucalyptus," was a finalist for the Andrés Montoya Prize from Letras Latinas. The manuscript explores her Sephardic Jewish ancestry and bi-cultural heritage.
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Beautiful. Loved the sensuality of your poem. Silk, cashmere, linen — each so evocative & able to be felt….deeply.
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Lovely fabrics in every season! Cashmere, I wonder how it feels…
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Oh, I am surprised this poem did not receive more visits when it was first posted…. I really like thinking of seasons as fabrics. You took each ‘season’ and made it into a sensual feast. Truly a beautiful poem.
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This poem flows softly like the fabrics themselves!
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Such a wonderfully sensual and elegant poem!! Inspired 😀
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What a lovely response to the theme! All senses have and are seasons, brilliant!
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The sensuality of your poetry sings with so much heart and passion. Love it a lot. 🙂
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What a wonderful poem.. and how come I never read this.. Love how you have tied the seasons to different cloths.. Personally I love the harshness and warmth of tweed as well….
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I love all the seasons of silk cashmere and linen ~ They are so sensual to the touch ~
Thanks for sharing this with us ~
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What a creative angle for the different seasons…love this!
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Ah, what great pictures you have painted here, engaging our senses as well, brava
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Love the creativity here- tying seasons to fabrics and the feelings connected with them.
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Touch.. all the nuances..
such a beautiful
sense.. but
alas i
cannot
touch anything
textures manmade
but silk.. without
cringing
through
skin..
Nature
bRinGs
sense..
Silk
dreams
for
me as well..:)
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Stunning metaphors, and a very enjoyable read.
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Sensual and lovely poem.
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Fascinating comparison! But, if I’m not mistaken, we have one season missing. Could that be that cotton, which reminds in its crispy freshness of spring? Silk is then autumn, cashmere winter and linen summer. Or am I completely wrong there?
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Marina, you are not wrong. I don’t have a relationship with cotton, per se. It does not invoke my senses, personally, however cotton could very well be within your seasons! 🙂
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It is so original and has such beautiful soft links.
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