thin sheets
of you and i
i can see your face
through mine
and we spread
rainfall on the sunsets
when we open our mouths,
if we open our mouths this time,
searching silent lines.
Must we realize
the breadcrumbs
have all been eaten
by the black-winged birds
still seeking,
and we've left no trace
for we were just sleeping,
wrapped in nature's greying lace
the edges at our twined feet,
and bound as one to earth
too long to venture home?
I thought I dreamt
but in color saturation
with my handprint on your heart
and you still smelled of freedom
and the lilacs that you gave me
were whispering to the stars
I laughed and told them "Quiet"
though i really meant go on,
since night was still exploding
and the moon was on your arms
I saw myself within them
these memories were alive
your hands on stems and petals
on my waist and blackest eyes.
I like your youtful poetry. I like reading it as it picks up delightful things to be considered ... along the way. 'Tis facinating. Am reading you, and hope to make another comment or two, soon. Keep fresh! - Bill
since night was still exploding
and the moon was on your arms
I saw myself within them
these memories were alive
your hands on stems and petals
on my waist and blackest eyes
Truly lovely verses, Michelle. I do appreciate your unique style. Thank you for sharing this gift. Love and best wishes,
Black, grey, color saturation:
the chromatic aspects of your poem
are very immediate.
Then come the setting, situation
and slowly burning feelings
that stay with the reader.
Beautiful and lasting.
A poetic masterpiece. Putting our emotions on canvas is what it's all about my friend. You've laid it out in Technicolor. Peace, Love and Blessings Always, Paul.
That last stanza is killer intelligent, soft, and fantastically vivid. It reminds me a bit of Blake (one of my favorite poets)-- and I noticed you had a quote from him on your bio. The poem works-- the rythm, the slanted rhymes, the visuals... it just works. --Charlie
Using Calgary as a backdrop the author satirizes the self-serving nature of the public as it continues to fatten itself, not only physically, but egotistically as well.
A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).
Under Amber Skies, written by author and poet Jill Eisnaugle, is a wonderful collection of rhyming poetry guaranteed to please every reader. In this, her second book, she writes of new friendships kindled, as well as old friendships solidified. She g
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John
and the moon was on your arms
I saw myself within them
these memories were alive
your hands on stems and petals
on my waist and blackest eyes
Truly lovely verses, Michelle. I do appreciate your unique style. Thank you for sharing this gift. Love and best wishes,
Regis (Reg)
Newfie Hugs, Rose
the chromatic aspects of your poem
are very immediate.
Then come the setting, situation
and slowly burning feelings
that stay with the reader.
Beautiful and lasting.
Axilea
A poetic masterpiece. Putting our emotions on canvas is what it's all about my friend. You've laid it out in Technicolor. Peace, Love and Blessings Always, Paul.
excellent...
John