the skydiver
By nur hidayah
tiara loves like a skydiver
deity in the clouds
soul white softness nestled 'tween toes
quilts of mortality
span vast below
grin still a-bloom across kiss-worn
cheeks
she snaps her eyes shut
dives
arms flapping like socks in the wind
eruption of hair tickling
the sky pink
cacophonic sunset cradle
her silhouette safe
the heart gong sending tummy moths
panting soft whispers
against
an unfed stomach
she wings her eyes open
the flap
of a technicolour parachute mushrooming
like a halo god reserved
for newborn angels
laughter snapped up by wind
tears gathered
by a passing blown kiss
tiara permits a sigh of relief
.
.
.
gently floating, mortality closing
teeth gritting, velcro unstrapping
halo unfastening
.
tiara penetrates lips first
pavement exploding in slick
red
...
silence
screams
dreams
delicate fingers poised
in swan shaped farewell
the romantic realist sleeps
smile dripping cold unseen.
her contorted body
frozen in a leap.
Author's Note:
this is Chapter One: Love; the first of ten poems i am writing about Tiara. you know, my muse.Comments on "the skydiver"
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On Saturday, January 7, 2012, FadedBlues
(2096) wrote:
Nur...the title & 'halo unfastening' create the vision of a falling angel, whom we hope will remain 'frozen in a leap' rather than meeting the ground...
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On Saturday, May 28, 2011, Tonights Decision
(132) wrote:
sublime, just breathtaking the way this soars and falls, a swallows flight, to me this rooted in a dreamworld shattered by painful farewells
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A former member wrote:
You know, I read this when you first wrote it. Writes like this leave me at a loss fer words.....**Beautiful**
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On Thursday, March 31, 2011, Fantecstasy
(120) wrote:
This is truly amazing. The impact of the cacozelia and transference in "tiara penetrates lips first / pavement exploding in slick red". It was filled with many more things, equally as elegant, but I don't have time to go through them all. Excellent, to say the least. *tips hat*
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A former member wrote:
heart thief, you've given my dreams life. ten works so inspired by such a sultry and fascinating goddess? i shiver at the thought. i think you must have done her justice or almost. this was well worth the wait.
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A former member wrote:
love... is it not a death-defying leap? The tempo of this is captivating, how it builds in speed and energy before landing in realism and apparent pain, the full throws of love. The terse description is compact and effective... the kiss-worn cheeks....tummy moths, a pink sky.... the details are forceful, well wrought. I hope Tiara survives this fall :) It's great to read fresh words from you.
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A former member wrote:
i like the use of metaphor in this work.. very nice.