10.21.2012

sated

She comes in striking distance,
Your shore rises, greeting her--
Thunder breaks over you, sanguine
Like waves of feverish sound.

Kerry's weekend challenge to the Real Toads: Jueju

18 comments:

  1. I like the feverish sound and the title as well ~

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  2. After a weekend of thunderstorms and being surrounded by water, I feel these words most emphatically. I love the strength of your imagery.

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  3. Hi Marian,
    I keep in forgetting that you are the runaway sentence :-)
    Nice image of the shore greeting.

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  4. Love the way you mix up the senses here, visual, sound and tactile, and a very cunning little metaphor too. And all executed in perfect form--I thought it was a very productive one to work with, and it certainly looks that way for you too.

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  5. Wow..a lot said in such few words..

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  6. Sanguine...love that...a perfect word to express!

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  7. The poetic form and eroticism ~~ done well!

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  8. SO perfect, Marian, all that in only one quatrain. You rock.
    K

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  9. "striking distance" is such a beautiful way to bring me right into the middle of this space.

    I loved the erotic place you took me.

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  10. sanguine... lovely word. This form suits you.

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  11. dove in to your poems - got sated with sated - great one!

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