I wake up, I will
sway in wind gusts, will stand
forever. My head like underwater
thoughts, my hand swats
caresses, skin, but nobody speaks.
Bubbles that move like small
balloons shine in a salt-blue sky,
pools with silent intention.
The paper’s surface succumbs.
I dream cruel fall steals this
half-moment, triggers low
moaning. How many ways can my
body go wrong? A fully dressed woman.
I imagine you without me, but not
the other way around. Wrenching
whenever I skip a heart, forgetting
the sun for months. Roaming ruins.
Crocodiles, sun burnt bliss,
garden-variety neglect leaves every
habit to the viridian stain of grass,
mapping this space between night.
My own bed goads hungry birds.
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A mash-up from The PoCo‘s bunch of American Sentences. I used fragments and words and half-lines from everyone’s offerings. Even my own. You can, too. Try it out.
I’m happy for you to leave constructive criticism. Of my work. *grin*
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I love the mood of this poem, and how it captures a fleeting moment through textures and images.
What great images but, that last line seals this poem for me. Well done. Have a nice day.
I love the connection between the title and the work. For me, this is about mortality. I hope no one laughs at an obvious observation but this element I felt deeply.
That end line is my undoing!
Someday
Thanks for visiting! I will stop by and read you all later this weekend. Hugs~
I love this Deb. My favorite parts are the lines about the bubbles and the “salt-blue sky.” Great work.
very jaggedy, fits the theme perfectly
some nice internal rhyme surprises!