Another poem in the works, pulled from my archive of daily writings. Only slightly edited.
Today I dress in pinks and greys,
brushed cotton, downy wool
blanketing this raucous mood
Your skin reflects a sun
released from ravages of day
Green glow, yellow overtone
Toulouse-Loutrec in grey
Your hair cavorts in tufts
tall and slender, too
combined, the fool appears
to all but me and you.
Over the next few weeks I’ll be posting some poems written a few years ago, and deserving of a second chance viewing. I’ll refrain from editing them further (for now).
ochre windows frame
barefoot wanderings
dark ocean brews
evidence of dreams
splayed over distant sands
like phosphorescent fingers
fretting chaos into chords
Another poem from the storehouse. This from a set of micropoetry that I was working on a few years back (this is even a bit long for a micro poem;). Enjoy!
words drift and linger
jet trails dusting azure sky
out in the open
for all to see
your heartfelt gesture
however momentary
and fleeting
The muscles around my heart
Cling tightly for fear of spilling
All kinds of tenderness
Into the world
They seem to forget
That’s why we’re all here
Hello (she whispered across the open ocean)
Hi to you (he said from under the pines)
(and how are you?)
Fine (she replied amidst Eastend seagrass)
(and you?)