Multiple carats thrown over-board by an heiress on a cruise, who found her hubby on the upper deck with a waitress?
Or maybe it was just one Bacardi too many and it slipped from her slim finger as she staggered and caught herself on the rail of the ship–
What a pity!
But the insurance,
and all the other jewels!
She’ll have something else glittering on her finger by the time she’s sobered up, so it’s not really a loss.
I.
At some point,
Romance Ends.
It just does.
Change your life and situation,
What a promise!
The change, is it only perspective?
Or is it physical?
Ice crystal morning chill,
so many black crows are in the trees,
my coffee is hot,
my stomach still hollow,
my bed is gone,
I can’t lay back down,
and my husband will never love me enough.
Languidly,
She waited for years for something to wake her up:
“At some point in my life,” she reasoned,
as she sat beside her window
gazing out onto a dirge like world,
“Something will happen– or someone will come,
and I will be shaken awake.
All of this past life will seem but a gray shadow
in contrast to the color and reality I will then see.”
I recently wrote a poem and put it into numbered sections and I enjoyed the ease with which I could change topics, within one subject, using this device. I enjoyed it so much, in fact, that I have written a second poem with numbered sections, or stanzas, to show topic breaks/changes. Do you think this works for poetry? Or am I just lazy?
Also, equally lazy, I borrowed from a Douglas Coupland book for my last line… the topic being emotional for me, I think that made it easier.
Darkness covered wide moist cracks in fouled concrete
Shafts of gleaming light shone down from the sun
But missed the damp, slimy broken openings
A gray worm crawled out of the stank opening
Slimy, moving slowly out and straining to the warmth
Where the light sparkled and danced.
Breathing fresh air; escaping the gloom, moving away.
More followed: an ant, a spider and a potato bug
Emerging, awakening.
Two hands together slowly towards the beach they strolled,
their wedding a story just yesterday told,
fresh, still, in their hearts, promises made,
“The act” now complete that once was forbade.
Lamentations #1
Hello Everyone,
There’s a bee in my bathroom,
a bee in my bathroom,
a bee in my bathroom,
and I am trying to brush my teeth.
Fire is movement.
Burning is action.
His eyes are full of motion, alight with flame,
and I am glowing in the dark.
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