Today,
I read one of your poems
when I should have been working.
Peculiar
how words strung together
like Chinese lamps
bravely staving off the darkness
of a humid summer night
force you to my mind:
Spotlight,
Center stage,
wry smile on crimson lips.
What touches your skin now?
Who strokes your hair while you sleep?
If I could call you
casually to have coffee with me,
I'd ask about your life
and make crass comments about your replies
to make you smile,
while you flick ash and glowing embers away
from your Virginia Slim fingers.
Or perhaps you've quit,
and I'd be forced to congratulate you,
my heart cursing the way we choose practicality
over romance.
I've never been good at ending things.
I prefer to let them drift
just out of sight
without breaking the ties.
Selfish,
I know.
Which is why I was sipping
this morning's coffee this afternoon
reading your poems
instead of working.
Nice. Well written and an enjoyable read. Made me smile while I sipped my wine.
Beautiful train of thought, well articulated and nicely penned in good diction with conviction. A lovely poem insightfully brought forth. Thanks for sharing Alix. Please read my poem POETIC MASTERPIECE.
..I'd rather tea.. Indeed, I'm sipping black tea with a 'light cloud' of milk - British style, yeah :) - , while reading your poem. A good one your 1st here. Keep on posting..
Fabrizio, thanks for the kind words! And if one is going to drink tea (loose leaf, not bagged) one must have milk...and perhaps some honey...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wry smile on crimson lips. there is not much work most do except sip coffee and read poetry as most do You have yet not ever read me MOMS SMILES will bring tears thanks ma'am