© 2006 by Dennis J. Colwell. All rights reserved. This post may not appear on another blog or website without the express written permission of the author.
Given how I write poetry these days, my style tends to be very hard-hitting with a fast delivery. I do that because, in a lot of instances, I have teens and young adults in mind when I write. This is how they tend to communicate, so I’ve adjusted my style to speak in a manner which they should understand more readily. That being said, I never want to be accused of being a “one trick pony.” I think styles should be fluid and flexible. As a writer, I want to communicate with different styles as needed, knowing that some will reach better than others to a particular audience. This piece is a change of style for me. Actually, I used to write in a manner similar to this all the time.
I wrote this piece earlier this morning when I couldn’t get to sleep. It’s a love piece with a slow pace. Imagine a grand piano playing softly in the background as you read this. Perhaps, if I can record this anytime soon, I’ll try to do this piece with actual music (royalty-free, of course).
© 2006 by Dennis J. Colwell. All rights reserved. This post may not appear on another blog or website without the express written permission of the author.
Fairer Still
A newborn’s skin
The fragrance of a rose
The softness of clouds
The blue of the sky
Fairer still
The heat of summer’s kiss
The cool of winter’s breeze
The brilliance of new fallen snow
The collage of a New England fall
Fairer still
The intimacy of eyes locked in a quiet stare
The warmth of a friendly embrace
The relief of lemonade
The splash of ocean waves
Fairer still
The grace of birds in flight
The twinkle of stars at night
The blaze of an evening sunset
A puppy dog’s wagging tail
Fairer still
Manicured hands
Shoulder-length hair
Electric eyes
Full and lovely lips
Curving hips
The way her dress fits
Fairer still
An ocean-side house
The comfort of my mother’s compassion
My father’s grin and humor
The strength of my grandmothers
Fairer still
If I could not see
If I could not touch
If I could not smell
If I could not hear
If I could not taste
Fairer still
My poetry
This microphone
Applause
Accolades
Fairer still
Your beauty would still transcend and be felt
In places where hands cannot go
Where no man can access to know
Secret confessions
Pledges of love and life
When stripped of everything
You are my only thing
You are the tongue and the breath
When I open my mouth to sing
Now move me beyond geometric planes
And give me a heart to race
To the beck of your call
To the radiance of your face
And give me the words
in health and in ill
That when you ask me,
“Do you love me more than these?”
My reply shall be:
“Yes, my Rose of Sharon; You are fairer still.”
© 2006 by Dennis J. Colwell. All rights reserved. This post may not appear on another blog or website without the express written permission of the author.
Filed under: Creative Writing, Love & Relationships, Poetry, slam poetry, spiritual slam poetry, writing, written poetry
sometimes you read a piece that gives you chills. that has a quiet and potent way of reaching inside and saying ‘yes.’ this is one of those pieces.
sarah
Sarah –
I’m glad you used the word “quiet”. That’s what I was striving to achieve with this piece. A lot of my pieces tend to be noisy, probably with good reason. I wanted to step back and deliver a quiet, aesthetically gentle feeling. Even more, I wanted to give my heart a goal to shoot for concerning the kind of love which I hope to possess.
StrUHT