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Friday, January 11, 2013

7 variations on Wednesday's prompt at Poetic Asides "If I were..."



Help by Kosta Kostov
1. 
If I were ....RLB

If I were RLB
I would be on a rooftop
shouting lyrically
to the wind, the sea
and up to the stars above
that the poetry that has filled
me is now about to be shared
in a published book with all my love….

CONGRATULATIONS RLB
ON THE UPCOMING PUBLICATION OF HIS VOLUME OF POETRY


2. 
If I were ....younger still

If I were younger still
I would not fear the
gray the silver in my
hair – the peaks of
delight and valleys
of despair

If I were younger still
I would not fear the
coming of the days when
I would no longer be here
or there

If I were younger still
I would savor each
nectared drop
not looking to the future
but soaking in the present
if I could – I would -I will

For I am younger still
than I will be get to be
and vow to mindfully
enjoy all that is now
this younger than-ever
I will be again be
This youngest version
of this day’s me…



 3.
 If I were....a woman worth rubies

If I were a woman worth rubies
I would scrub the floors until
my knuckles bled and smile
If I were a woman worth rubies
I would listen to each syllable
with rapt attention never drifting
If I were a woman worth rubies
I would use each scintilla of
my intellect to further peace
and compassion and under-
standing among and between
all on this spinning cerulean
marble which we all share

If I were a woman worth rubies
I would scrub the floor of detritus
until all was smooth and
cool beneath my grounded
feet and my knuckled blood
fed the shimmer of rubies
floating in sunlight

If I were

 4.
If I were.... my own mother

I would live in silk
slim and sure
draped in confidence
on saloned settees
speaking with
rounded vowels
laughing with
head tossed
back and neck
long and unlined
eyes sparkling
in the give and
take of artist
types of all
sorts scattered
about as satin
pillows as sunslanted
light danced
through mullioned
windows

5. 
If I were.... a slug

If I were a slug
on the warm concrete
I would move
in mindful concentration
slick with the luxury
of my unhurried way

6.
If I whirr....

If I whirr
then I would
be lifting
on the rise
of perfumed
air
If I whirr
my velvet
wings would
spread and
graze your cheek
as you lied in
perfumed grass writing
poetry
there

 7.
If I were.... not waiting for construction to be done

If I were not waiting for construction to be done
Then I might not be writing aimless poems one
after another – to quiet uneasiness – just for fun





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