the cooked peanuts with garlic crunches on your palm
while i spoon slowly the melting ice cream on my cup
silence flows and ebbs to the beat of ticking
clock & waiter's eager scrubbing of wine glasses
outside the cafe, cars and the pedestrians tangle in
mess of miscues & missteps
the afternoon sun is mellow yellow, sinking
behind the fan of leaves, crisp as neat bow tie
i flip away my lethargic mop of hair
and put my spoon down, drawing on long
deep breath, knowing what to say
now, right now
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Hosted by guest bartender Sarah Russell. Theme of Poetics is Finding Emotions and Concepts in Things. Please join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.
the undertow of the water
heaves, curling my chest in brine
nerves of pain slices through me
as if escaping a firestorm
outside, the sun stumbles behind
muted clouds, scribbling jagged lines
my forehead
burning in sweat
a soliloquoy of uncertainty disturbs
thin air
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille, a post of 44 words. The selected word is Burn. Thanks for hosting Victoria Slotto. Please join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.
a voice inside your head
be still
you dab
clouds of cotton on your spindled finger
you sleep
on nest of tangled ferns & castle of sorrows
you dream
of that magical kiss under ocean of stars
i tell you the voice inside my head
rest if you must, if you are tired
but wake up
remove the flax & flex
your wobbling legs, stand-
be the
swallow,
that sways to the flutes of the wind & wings away-
be the
moon, offering
its whole silver light,
even under claws of stormy sky-
and be that
woman
that dances with windy tresses & raises a glass
of margarita and says,
Listen!
I have one heck of a story to tell!
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight. The pub doors open at 3pm EST. Come and link up and read our poems. I have written to last week's prompt by Lillian: Inspired by Art.
