old thought patterns
confusing me most of that day,
the day after you left,
a confusing time
filled with croissants,
blackberry wine
and maudlin memories,
like syrupy fruit
clinging to electrical
impulses
down my spine,
a sort of enervation,
a power loss in my soul,
when drunken beauty lurching
out from my subconscious
took the place of real
women singing songs of desire.
Very nice. "A jug of wine, a loaf of bread, and thou." You've managed to play off Omar Khayyam without sounding like you cribbed the idea from him. Good job.
Dear readers, this is my third book of poems, and inside are a special collection of what have turned out to be not only MY personal favorites, but also the favorites of many of YOU. Some of these have never been available in print before...
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
Questions, unquestioned discoveries, and answers in parable and rhyme…. This collection records a journey starting with a 1960s retrospective and the first man on the moon, moving to a new millennium welcomed in with a terrorist spin, family crises,
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WOW! i'll have a glass :) you make it sound delicious!
(((HUGS))) and love, karla. :)
Just be carefull...it might leave you with a headache....lol!!
Good one Larry!!
Love Tinka :)