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Click hereSitting on the top bench
Naked
As it was meant to be
Heat’s snakes
Sliding into pores
Steam’s wrenches
Turning out sweat
The sharp sweet smell of birch leaves
The gentle slap against the skin
Pink skinned and de-muscled
Water strike the rocks
Painting them dark for an instant
Wait for it…
ahhhhhh
The steam falls like a wall
The rocks have shed the color
Eyes stare, but do not see it
Sight has become a secondary sense
Heat begins to feel like a weight
Heavier and heavier
Another blast of steam adds tons
Cannot carry it anymore
Walk out the door, still naked
Into the soft rain
Smell the wet earth
Lay upon the cool grass
Even with eyes shut tight and clouds
The sky is too bright
But each drop is a bliss
Bliss
Bliss
Such bliss
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yet, I don't understand this:
Heat?s snakes
Sliding into pores
Steam?s wrenches
Turning out sweat
Sorry to the last poster, but I don't get it, and I have always loved lostandfounder's poetry.
Sorry lostandfounder, that line just lost me amongst the rest of it. Great as always, ignore my ignorance. ;-)
Best three lines
"Heat?s snakes
Sliding into pores
Steam?s wrenches"
I risk going up against one of the big guys, I think the end is fine
"But each drop is a bliss
Bliss
Bliss
Such bliss"
I like how the heat is seen as weight and it becomes too much...i imagine staying inside until the last possible minute and bursting into the cool rain.
Heat begins to feel like a weight
Heavier and heavier
Another blast of steam adds tons
Cannot carry it anymore
Makes me want to head to a sauna. Guess a hot bath will have to do. Sigh.
this has a nice feel to it / the first three lines are very strong / and other areas of equal strength are throughout the poem / minor repairs of some inconsistencies would improve its already apparent strength / if you hyphenate de-muscled, why not pink-skinned? / in line twelve, it seems 'strike' should be 'strikes' / there are two stray commas / if those, why not others in areas that require? /
like a sweat lodge.
There is nothing like emerging from darkened, suffocating heat, naked, into a world of cool color.
Rather like being reborn
: )
I liked this :
~Heat?s snakes
Sliding into pores
Steam?s wrenches
Turning out sweat~
Nice work
The snakes gice it a ritualistic feel too
...no flame. Check the stove, and put another log in before your pour water on the rocks.
I swallowed the raindrop bliss, bliss, bliss. Didn't need the fourth one. Work out the muscle knots and this could be quite good.