The glass mugDishwasher glintingSlid my way.Fizz foamsBeneath my crescentFingernail,Index dipping intoThe solar systemRippling at the rim.Stars large likeVanilla scoops.---Tinges of morningScooped, raisedBy silver spoons.Frozen flavors frostingTongues and throatsThat once soothedUntamed sleep.---Royally blended sunsetKissed by coral lips.Confetti, pale dotsOf pink,A stirred duo.Light and bright.Creamy smears glimmerBefore eyes and belliesOf chilly appetites.
What ifLoveCame withLabelsLike the onesSlapped onSoup cans,Warnings beforeOur eyes playedTricks.
Rubied polygonsAutumn's dust sprinkles downwardCrinkled by footprints.
The sun hoveredAbove the pine treesThat sent conesTumbling down the hillAnd into the street.Rolling, like bright coloredKickballs.Those who excelledBeneath scoreboardsClaimed the field,The rest of us clingingTo slides.I liked recess then,But the freedom the thirty minutes broughtMakes some minds believeThey can always doWhat they want.
They sayTo let yourImaginationRun wild.Wild likeFlowers.You envisionThe contrasts,Paints and Puddles of theWorld,In the filterYou wished toGlance through.Maybe you didn'tKnow yourself.They sayTo let yourImaginationRun wild.Wild likeEgyptian sunsets.The fog thatSwims and swirlsLike deceptionIn your mouthIlluminates inGray.Maybe you didn'tKnow yourself.They sayTo let yourImaginationRun wild.Wild likeBlackberries.The fog thatSwings and swaysLike truthIn my mouthIlluminates inEverything.Sun raysSend pastel polishInto the fogLike … Continue reading National Poetry Writing Month: Day 24 – Fog
HeartbeatUncaged,It flew intoMy ear.Like a songSpiralingIn my mindAnd I walkIn its memorizedTempo.Untamed,Smoothing over thePink in my brain,Leaving a mark.Like a footprint.A footprintUnique to itsKeeper,But I wish I was the firstTo experience it.
I wonderWhat part of your mindI grow in,Whether in mounds of weedsOr well-watered gardens.I want to be your rose,Lingering like aVintage blossomTucked in the corner ofMapsFolded, creasedUsed, reusedAlways returned to,As you seemed to beSomewhereYet going nowhereMaking people thinkYou were well-traveled.I wonderWhat part of your heartI grow in,Whether in mounds of winter shrubsOr well-watered summer flowers.
I want toPack the nightBeneath my fingernailsLike sand,So when I bite themI can taste theNavy hours,Feeling textured memoriesAgainst my tongue.It's nights like theseI never want toEnd.Dripping away asSunrises like coral reefsManifest and unfold.
The glassFramed your faceLike a polaroidPinned to my mindAnd through hours ofAwake and sleepIt never slipped away. Handprints stampedThe window paneAs proof to myEyes and mouthThat you once existedAnd disappeared likeMorning frost. Distant hand wavesSwoopIn front of our faces,But my mindMight as well haveImagined themBecause I could neverBe so lucky. We are as far awayAs … Continue reading National Poetry Writing Month: Day 20 – Space
I left blue to youAnd I kept red just for me,The color of inkTo the beat of the oceanCross-out, realign, add-in.
