Other Glimpses

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Glimpses at humans this time. Some glimpses, some humans...

Other Glimpses

Rising heat and flush
Quickened breaths catch and release 
Caught out red-handed

Don’t pull and don’t push
No wiggling and no forcing
Fish hook barbs set deep 

Though deaf the woman
Feels the percussion and beat
And begins dancing

Hands rest on white sheets
Flesh so pink for one called white
Pink is a color

One look warm and kind
One look critical and cold
Comfort comes in waves

In the Garden 
Summer night party
Fairy lights, drinks and laughter
Hide his touching her

Beat eggs, sift flour, mix
Now the dough must sit and rest
She waits, hums softly
Shadow Play
Light seems to flicker
Off then on,  first there then gone
Curtains stir at night

Submitted: April 14, 2012

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More delight. Favourite 'rythme'

Thank you Connie for you haiku gift


Sat, April 14th, 2012 9:32pm


Thanks, Dibs. Thanks so much and you are most welcome. Kind and many regards, Connie

Sat, April 14th, 2012 2:55pm

Mike Stevens

Perfection: Scribe lines run away; off the page, and in your head; once more she's done good! At the risk of once again making a complete mess, and with apologies to the last line, excellent Connie!

Sat, April 14th, 2012 10:18pm


You are never a mess to me, Mike. Doesn't happen - and I'm so glad you come by and read. My regards, always, along with a thank you for your comments and compliments. Connie

Sat, April 14th, 2012 3:47pm


beautiful little slices, especially rhythm

Mon, April 16th, 2012 7:50pm


Thank you, moonphish. Rhythm pleased me too

Mon, April 16th, 2012 2:17pm


Wow! Some truly beautiful verses. Vry wisely and thoughtfully penned.
I love the simplicity and warmth of "humming", and the one you call shadow play (so different to my shadow play poem!)
Pink is in fact a very healing colour by the way!

Tue, April 17th, 2012 1:49pm


Many many thanks for your time in reading and then in your kind comments on my bits and pieces! I am so pleased you came by. Thanks anna2again. Many kind regards, Connie

Tue, April 17th, 2012 9:09am


hmmm meant to type very, sorry!

Tue, April 17th, 2012 1:49pm


I've left typos galore all over booksie and haven't ever thought to make a correction. Ham fingers, me. S'okay - no bother, and definitely not to worry, anna2 again! Connie

Tue, April 17th, 2012 9:45am


A most pleasing and heart-warming read Connie and I truly liked all of them, though the 'Humming' made me smile with recognition!

Wed, April 18th, 2012 9:43am


Smiling is a good thing. Thank you for your warm praise. Many kind regards, Connie

Wed, April 18th, 2012 7:04am


connie you always amaze and intrigue me with your style and uniqueness :)

Wed, April 18th, 2012 4:03pm


Very kind words, Tracey. Many thanks, indeed.
Very best regards, Connie

Wed, April 18th, 2012 11:57am


such an array of beautifully spun verses!*
well thought out with that warmth of memory detail, of days gone by*
among others, i was especially taken by 'wisdom'
maybe because its what i need most right now :-)
thanks for this morning's poetry musings Connie,
I very much enjoyed!

Thu, April 19th, 2012 2:47pm


My pleasure entirely if such musings of mine lightened the morning - your visit has done that for me, so fair exchange!
Many kind regards, Connie = Wisdom came from lessons learned. It was Beckett who said, 'no forcing, no forcing, it's fatal.' I read that back in the mid 1950's and have owned it since!

Thu, April 19th, 2012 8:26am


Oooh. I love them all. I could never choose just one favourite. Thanks so much Connie. I may try my hand at haiku once again.

Sat, April 28th, 2012 4:07am


Oh, do. Once you internalize the count, it comes naturally. Like learning to tie your shoes when you were a kid - that was back when little kids had to learn to tie their shoes because that's the only kind little kids had. Leather, not sneakers. A lonnnnng time ago. But it is all about the count, so go for it. And thanks - thanks a lot. Connie

Fri, April 27th, 2012 10:17pm

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