Sunday, February 23, 2020

Flesh, Bones, Soul

I like multiples
of three—
brain, tongue, hand:

mind-love my flesh,

speak to my bones,
caress my soul.

Fresh, ripe, whole…
I’ll give you me,
times three.


Hecate, by ElementalOtherworld

for Poets and Storytellers United (Writers’ Pantry #8: We Like Multiples of Three)

43 comments:

  1. Who could refuse? (Now you've got me thinking of all sorts of things that come in threes, a magic number indeed.

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  2. Three is indeed a magic number, Magaly, and your poem is magical too. I love the phrase ‘mind-love my flesh’ and the way you offer yourself ‘Fresh, ripe, whole…’

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  3. The sum of three is pleasing to the eye and pleasing to the soul. I like three very much too!
    Anna :o]

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  4. Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful x3

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  5. This was eerie. Maybe it was the image following, but those words just slid around and kept whispering...

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    1. It felt eerie to write. There was something in the promise offered in the last stanza. It made me feel like the speaker was promising anything--great and terrible.

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  6. This speaks volume . Loved it.

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  7. Powerful! And thanks for the link to the art site of Elemental Otherworld -- love her vision of the Divine Feminine!

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  8. This is so poignant!😍 Your poem reminded me of a quote by Tarryn Fisher who states; "How odd to be made of flesh, balanced on bone, and filled with a soul you’ve never met."💝

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  9. You times three ... let it be!!!!!

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  10. Three sides of the same person, interesting thought from the usual perspectives. The many of the one?

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  11. Fantastic! Senyru sequence?
    Happy Sunday

    Much❤love

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    1. No, not a senryu sequence. Just having fun with threes.

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  12. Oh the delightful magic that unfolds when we love each other where we are at, honestly and with no expectations of them being other than themselves.

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  13. Three of you, dear girl, may be more than anyone can handle. Except Mr. Piano Man! ;

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  14. Love the 'three' prompt … oh the possibilities … which you took in a wonderful direction, here.

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  15. two is company three comes later, but 3 is definitely a charm...the Greeks choice of the Triad in everything..and your poem so sensuous,tempting and free , enjoyed it

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  16. Magaly, you've got a deal! Sorry I'm coming here late, I like you write, lots.
    ..

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    1. I've been arriving late for a couple of weeks now. Welcome to the club, Jim!

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