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Position:Home>Poetry> Did I touch you?Question:(I need a title and anything else you care to suggest) With tools of precision, I touched you. But, you were unaware of my caress. With my fingers, I stroked the skin of your satin cheeks, investigated the slope of your nose, contemplated the curve of your lips. No movement did you make as I traced weathered lines across your face. Life does not exist, deep within your hollow, sightless eyes. You are empty. Your lovely face, frozen in time... neither grin nor frown will be found there. My hands slid, along your throat teasing the nap of your neck, but there was no sigh. across your breast, a full embrace, but no breath escaped your chest. From your shapely waist, to your curvy hips I molded you with my gentle touch. And, as I ran my fingers down your spine, not one glimmer of shiver or giggle did I find. With a massage of craft, I kneaded your legs. first thigh, then calf, then arch of foot created with tools of precision. Best Answer - Chosen by Asker: (I need a title and anything else you care to suggest) With tools of precision, I touched you. But, you were unaware of my caress. With my fingers, I stroked the skin of your satin cheeks, investigated the slope of your nose, contemplated the curve of your lips. No movement did you make as I traced weathered lines across your face. Life does not exist, deep within your hollow, sightless eyes. You are empty. Your lovely face, frozen in time... neither grin nor frown will be found there. My hands slid, along your throat teasing the nap of your neck, but there was no sigh. across your breast, a full embrace, but no breath escaped your chest. From your shapely waist, to your curvy hips I molded you with my gentle touch. And, as I ran my fingers down your spine, not one glimmer of shiver or giggle did I find. With a massage of craft, I kneaded your legs. first thigh, then calf, then arch of foot created with tools of precision. Clay Creation ?? This is so wonderful, it needs an outstanding title-this is one part of the process I have trouble with, too, coming up with interesting, illuminating titles. I love the way you create your image little by little, creating something so well-defined it is almost palpable. I enjoyed this lovely poem very much. Thank you. 1.Forming of the human 2.You, the sculpture 3.The gentle touch These were just some ideas!! MARBLE MARVEL MY PERSONAL MASTERPIECE WORK OF ART (...enough ?) awsome "The model maker". The question begs though is who is the maker? Satin cheeks segued into weathered lines caused me to pause but the rest I very much enjoyed. Anyone with satin cheeks and fine lines is worth spending time with! Good choice by me. Riveting. Fine lines would work, but Finite lines would add a syllable and enhance the rhythm and flow of the line. A work of art is a labor of love, so why not call it that. "Labor of Love" or maybe "Show Me a Sign" or "Breathe Dangit" How about "My Muse" or "The Muse" or (I'm reminded of a rather funny book I read called "Fondling Your Muse") "Fondling My Muse". Nice poem by the way -- good imagery. I don't have any good suggestion though -- maybe use unfilled in stead of empty. Empty sounds negative -- unfilled sounds like a glimpse of hope. I love the way this poem builds to its conclusion, beginning at the cheeks and ending at the foot. I'd suggest "Creation" as a title. Wow, Spt. Think I'd call it "undertakings" or "last respects" gave me a funeral parlor feeling. thanks for sharing |