Moves like
ice across the tabletop
melted trails left
smooth like
cream in my coffee
stirred, looking lighter
brighter on this side
and greener too
Colors dancing
'round to the tune
ever-present, never-ending
impressed foot-walkings
indicating movements
in the right direction
Where the sky
bleeds blue-er
and breathes
in time with
the entirety.
It lives.
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4 comments:
Great poem - some really nice imagery. I'm no good at titles either, hence my famous drawings "Butt-Naked Bloke #1", "Woman In Chair" and so forth.
What about "Stirrings" - as in the coffee is being stirred, but something else is also stirring in your head?
"indicating movements in the right direction"
....hmm.
I like this. Dont know how I will explain what it makes me think of.
This is how the mind works.
I was drinking coffee when I read this, and after reading the first stanza, every time I took a sip I kept thinking I was drinking melted ice that slid off of a table.
Pixie starver (haha), thank you for the title :)
Disturbed woman, oooh, explain! Explain!
Secret samurai, I love how your mind works lol
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