Thursday, March 5, 2009

This gift

These thumbs, they live to knead

your aching back, to draw

the muscles in your shoulders round

to smooth the knots and worries,

tension drawn, across that pool

of pain above your heart.


These hands would run like spiders

over silk, slim fingers

run the groove between your ribs;

and when you rise, amazed

oh you will find, the spring of youth

is borne within your stride.


These fingers, how they long to

free your mind of weary thoughts,

the journey to the bridge;

and surely they will ease

the weight of time, this gift of touch

they bring transcends divine.


Rachel Westfall
March 4, 2009


For Christopher, in response to his poem-comment The Shoes You Threw Up There.

11 comments:

Catvibe said...

Stunning Rachel, the weaving of your words evokes nurture and desire both.

Faith said...

What a wonderful poem. You will have Christopher throwing shoes up in no time!:) Your words are so loving and kind. What a special gift they are.

Poetikat said...

This one is interesting on a number of levels. I can take it to mean bringing ease and comfort, but also arousing and erotic. It's amazing how you choose your words to such effect.

Kat

christopher said...

What Poetikat said! Wow!
How kind of you. This is divine magic and we are getting to know the power of the poetry. I sense I am privileged to be present as these changes are wrought. I don't know about you, but I most often feel not quite in charge of the words. So the goddess speaks. She says beyond divine :) What transcends the divine? Nothing could but love.

christopher said...

As She Touches Me

She contains power
collected from the craggy
outcrops, from the cones
of the northern trees,
from the cries of the osprey
building atop poles
set by men for them
though men thought for their own use.

She gives of that force
let out carefully in small
measure, gentle, sweet
as she touches me
in the sore spots and they melt
lost, fallen in love.

RachelW said...

Cat, and Kat, thank you :) I'm not sure how that happened. I think it was sort of organic.

Faith, I truly hope so! :)

Christopher, yes, I feel like some of these poems write themselves, and I'm just channeling them. This one wanted a particular 10-point rhythm, split up, but no rhyme (thank goodness because I suck at rhyming poetry). I think you are right, about goddesses, and love. Your poem is beautiful. It speaks to my heart, opens the chakra there. I feel myself drinking these words in, at a cellular level.

Julie said...

This is a beautiful and sensual poem. I love the repetition from thumbs to hands to fingers. It feels like a massage to read the words. So lovely.

How beautiful are these words:

"These hands would run like spiders
over silk, slim fingers
run the groove between your ribs;"

I'm extra glad I read your blog tonight. It has been a stressful day, and now I feel so good:) Thank you for another awesome poem!

Lirio said...

oh rachel
thanks
brings tears
oh rachel

Kyddryn said...

Sigh. Sniff. I'll be right over...soon's I find my passport...

Shade and Sweetwater,
K

Karen said...

I can only echo what the others have said except to add my admiration for this. So sensual!

Woman in a Window said...

There is a whole new world here. I feel awakened. Thank you.

(Oh, and the poem, well then, that's part of the awakening.)