Reanimated Lavender Granola Switchblade Nun rides again.

Sunday, March 8, 2009

Emeline By Evening



Emeline

is slender

like the chances

of crepes

in the morning.


Emeline's

skin is smooth

like sectioned glass

in the open,

black-framed

window.


Lazy traffic

glides past below;

potted geraniums

and changing lights

are red.


Try Emeline's

bed of brass and white;

her hair is short

and she calls her cat

Amante.


17 comments:

  1. your words paint such vivid images, every time I read one of your poems I wish I could illustrate it .. here I would have a window sill with geraniums and just behind it the eyes of a cat peeking that's what I 'see'

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  2. That works in so many different accents, Shay. Bravo.

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  3. oOo amante... lol... had to look that up, i like the way this is written, can't put my finger on it, (like Emeline!) but i like it!

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  4. I really like the first part - great way to describe slender.

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  5. He beat me to my comment but I'll put it in my own style. I was going to say that love is wonderful in any language be it French, Italian, or Spanish. This is really magnifique, Blossom.

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  6. I love the image that makes, Daryl. I would love nothing better than to publish a book of my poetry with someone's accompanying photographs or artwork. That would be the ultimate to me.

    Even an Aussie accent, David? Apparently so! Thank you, sir.

    Mm, yep, Emeline is elusive, as I see her. Love your comments, K. love you, too.

    Ha, thanks, K. (so many K's today!)

    Merci, Madame Pouty. :-)

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  7. If I had written this, it would have to read:

    Emeline
    is nonexistent
    like my chances
    of crepes
    in the morning.

    Then, it would kind of suck.

    Love this one!

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  8. Meow mix! You know, there is a lesbian bar in NYC by that name. Or at least there was when I was in college.

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    http://feministreview.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-is-your-dream.html

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  10. I didn't think I could like it more, but I *reread* this in the Spanish accent. Fantastic.

    [Portuguese, I didn't like - my screen got too messy from the 'th's .]

    Extremely lovely.

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  11. I can only do southern accent but it was nice in that too.

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  12. LOL Mama Zen, you nut!

    Oh, too good, RK. I love it. And you can be sure I'll be following that link. Thanks so much, twin.

    Thank you, Shadow!

    He probably just takes it as his due, Scarlet. ;-)

    Thanks, Zerilda, and welcome to the Word Garden! I love your blog. Your Scary Clown award was richly deserved, in my little opinion. :-)

    Wow, the adventures my little poems get up to after I've written them! Now Debbie, don't get it started liking grits.

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  13. Not much chance of crepes around here, either.

    boo hoo.

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  14. Mmm...." slender like the chance of crepes in the morning."

    I really like that. It made me think of emmaline being like the delicate folds of crepes herself, all soft, pliable and lightly golden.

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  15. Geez, everyone focused on the dang crepes!

    oo, I do like that, Vicarious. Yep yep. :-)

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