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| Woman With a Towel, 1898, Edgar Degas |
Night Moves
I am moved by silence and the quiet
night that brings no sleep.
In the shower, water gliding down
arms and face,
A soft wrap of white around
my waist
prepare me for a feast
where I alone will dine.
A dash of pepper, cumin, oregano,
rice wine and more
over long strings of transparency,
Noodles that shimmer sensuous
in a cradle of soup.
Refreshed and fed by
the silence of the night,
After all this, I may sleep.
the silence of the night,
After all this, I may sleep.
-Gerry@Strummed Words
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12 comments:
The night is sensuous and renewing, much like the bath you describe.
Oh my ... my poor tummy would revolt after such a spicy meal! Spicy poem, indeed.
A lovely poem, your words- Noodles that shimmer sensuous
in a cradle of soup- simply a great line, brings such thought to your piece, with such depth.
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smiles...sounds like a nice sensual meal for one...i am much more comfortable int eh night...smiles.
Refreshed and fed by
the silence of the night..
enjoyed this...
Original and quite elegant. Well done.
This was like a gently loving waterfall, thanks,vGerry
Delicious...
Sounds delicious =)
wow beautiful!
You captured a lovely night.
night captured as silent beauty.. awesome lines..smiles:)God<3u
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