She’s cotton and denim,
well-worn
Brown leather cut wide
Across bare feet
Cool tea in glass bottles
~ never sweet ~
And heavy cream
Conversations
You can sink your teeth into
Plain maybe, but
Real
Not brave
Just longing for a
Few
To plumb the depths
And drink the nectar of her
Soul
Skip the whipped and waxy
Words of discontent
To breathe
The heady scarlet
Thread of
Sacrifice
And joy alighting at the
Edge
As she swoops and swallows
The night
Inviting me to
Breathe the rhythm
Of her life.
*Inspired by Michelle Rinaldi Ortega who encouraged me to respond to this week’s prompt at Three From Here and There.
And linking with dVerse Poets where words spill and poets speak.
That is the kind of person I would like to spend time with, a real ‘person’ who is not out to impress but to get to know.
Beautiful poem!
These “boots” are made for walking….walk for many, many more years. Keep it up.
heavy cream
Conversations
ha i am all about that…this has a wonderful flow to it and some really nice lines as well…so inviting as well but not looking for everyone just those that want it…
Concise verbal sketch capturing the subject with deft strokes. Masterful.
http://beachanny.blogspot.com/2012/05/halcyon-days.html
Really well crafted! And I love the love–
Wow. I love this. I love each part. Can’t .pick. one. section. BUT especially brown leather cut wide across bare feet…not sure why I love this…but I do.
Love the rhythm of this piece.
Lovely to be neighbors at d’Verse.
Beautiful poem!