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Message in the dark
in the quiet velvet
under the duvet
his hand moves
slowly to her turned
shoulder
slowly
in the quiet velvet
under the duvet
moves slowly
touching skin
still
cold
~
Last Words Not Needed
Upon white he reposed
a king already in state
silver mane sprinkled
with cologne colliding
with the strange scent
of apricots ripe
rasping as she leaned
in close – he said
with a smile
think we have
said it all
by this time
and she thought
she saw a wink
On lined first-grade
paper
she heard
he gave notes
to girls he liked
standing straight
at the wardrobe
she waited
all three plus
feet
of her
waiting
until he came
to hang his
puffy jacket
so close
she felt
the cold
warming
she bent
to tie her
shoe and
when she
looked up
with a smile
he was –
gone
sitting in his seat
talking to fake Francine
No note today
~
Waiting
On aquamarine shores
sun shot to hazy
horizon I watch
the rolling azure
searching for a
bobbing bottle
of mythic magic
messaging my
to be taken
next step
~
Lunchtable Language
They sit
three little
crows
cackling
softly as
she approaches
with her tray
and begins with
a smile to take
the empty seat
but the chirping
stops and they
simply stare with
beady cold eyes
until she moves
away – tipping her
tray with trembling
fingers as they
cackle – cacophonously
as stew drips down
her new school shirt
~
~
In the flotsam and the filament floating
in the dander and the light
in dreams and hopes
and memories
it all
comes
d
o
w
n
to
this ….
:)
So rich... So creative... Such beautiful poems just pouring out of you... Thanks for sharing your pearls...
ReplyDeleteOh,. I love them all!
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