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.