has lost count
of wilting lilacs leis
& awry summer spells
has curious eyes
for rust peeled colors
beneath glossy covers
has locksmith hands
on old clock
while you
between teacup
stirrings & musings
wait for a phrase
to cleave you right
as light
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille #129, A Curiosity of Poems, hosted by De Jackson. This is a 44 word post with the given word - curiosity. Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST. Thank you for the visit.
I love this poem... it seems to have the right mind to maybe help a little bit to cleave it right... bring light to sate my curiosity
ReplyDeleteOh, Grace. You KNOW I loves me some "this poem" poems. And this one simply takes my breath away. Goodness. Love those "locksmith hands," especially.
ReplyDeleteI like the form and shape of this Grace, particularly the cleaving at the end. Some phrases can do that!
ReplyDeleteGrace, I always enjoy stepping through your word gardens.
ReplyDeleteA delicate quadrille with a lovely layout, Grace. I love the ‘rust peeled colors beneath glossy covers’ and the ‘phrase to cleave you right as light’.
ReplyDeleteSomething about "locksmith hands on old clock" touched me in this mystical poem. 💗
ReplyDeleteNice quad, Grace. Love those locksmith hands.
ReplyDeleteI love the flow in this one, Grace. It's almost haikai-esque in its weaving.
ReplyDeleteVery nice Grace. I like the idea of a word cleaver!!
ReplyDeleteLove this! Especially the notion of "waiting for a phrase to cleave you."
ReplyDeletecleave you right
ReplyDeleteas light
Love the visual presentation Grace!. It emphasised the 'split'
Hank
How stunning.
ReplyDeletelocksmith hands, and the final cleaving. Very clever, enjoyed.
ReplyDeleteLovely words G!
ReplyDeleteoooooooooooh. bursting with colors (albeit with tenderness) and then cleaves. cleaves.
ReplyDeleteIsn't that the truth! Lovely write Grace!
ReplyDeleteThis poem, this poem .... Love the beginning and every line that followed.
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