it’s a big big bed
brilliant by sunrise
day rays come a-breakin'
with an angle of reflection
bouncing by monster mahogany
all 'round me, wall to wall
flame grained ball n' claw
carved heavy, heavy as my heart broke in pieces
laid out prim and proper
love petit fours
sliced on silk n' pillow violet, rich and ravenous
it’s a big big bed
rising up from shadows of the moonlight
dawn dancin' on the floor boards
flickerin', frolickin' its luminosity
all 'round me, side to side
accentuate the cry
weary red, weary looking out on a horizon
beyond window room
to magnolia dreams
and magnolia world rooted on my fingertip
wish upon the lips
silhouette, cold and statuesque slipping
through the prism
he moves, the stairs in lyrical vibration
each step a serenade
of tread by tread anticipation
creaks,
I’m coming for you, lovie
creaks
... coming for you, dar-lin
his hand, the balustrade a-sweepin'
softly over mahogany curves, he's dreaming
beautiful, bewitching curves ... gently
his hand
over my shoulders weeping
it’s a big, big lie
smothered, kept breathless between
sin and sacrifice
graffiti dripping behind the mirror
black n' blue in soulless hues
shouting, what’s become of you
the pane so warm beneath my palm
of morning come beyond the monsters
where sparrow sings perched in my hand
and petals, pink and pulpy ... fall
hurry
the sun whispers
he’s calling for you, lovie
Hi Jeanne,
This is the first time I've read something you have writen and found your style vivid...In my minds eye- I could see the story unfolding around me, could feel it with each fresh line.
I'm looking forward now to reading more!
jeanne rené,
heartache has many a dance around the globe, I certainly loved how you expressed the dance of deception amidst the hopes of a hearts belief of love's possibility amidst the stains...beautiful style
Embraced ~ Embrassé
Vickie
I admire your incredible talent, Jeanne. Everything about
this poem overwhelms me. Perhaps blinded by the sun, my interpretation of the poem may be faulty, but not my admiration
for the art in the writing of the poem. Thanks. -gene.
A poem truly worthy of more than a single reading; it brings many thoughts and feelings to "the surface." Thank you for sharing your talent, Jeanne René. Love and best wishes,
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I love your poetry.
The emotions carry me with the strength and precision of your words.
Colorful, luminous, vibrant... Just wonderful.
Axilea
Art Sun...
This is the first time I've read something you have writen and found your style vivid...In my minds eye- I could see the story unfolding around me, could feel it with each fresh line.
I'm looking forward now to reading more!
In Christ, zach
heartache has many a dance around the globe, I certainly loved how you expressed the dance of deception amidst the hopes of a hearts belief of love's possibility amidst the stains...beautiful style
Embraced ~ Embrassé
Vickie
this poem overwhelms me. Perhaps blinded by the sun, my interpretation of the poem may be faulty, but not my admiration
for the art in the writing of the poem. Thanks. -gene.
Regis