behind a glass,
spread out on a table top,
I have that white jacket with the snap pockets back,
with silver jewelry and a red bandana
tied around my wrist.
It's summer again
and we like Bananarama and Bryan Ferry.
Here is what I love about poetry--
I can kiss your shoulder,
each freckle in turn,
and feel the light soft hairs against my lips.
I can write it that you stayed--
that we both did.
As long as I have coffee, and a pen,
we are each other's one more time,
inside a door,
behind a glass,
spread out on a table top
at Zhedo's.
_________
The light of memory is the warmest, I say, and the kindest, because all the pain seems like only the shadow that throws the important elements of the picture into focus. A beautiful poem, Shay. light as the froth on a cappuccino, but maybe just slightly sweeter.
ReplyDeleteExcellent raison d'etre of poetry!
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ComfortSpiral
As long as I have coffee and a pen!!! Oh yes!!
ReplyDeleteCoffee, and a pen :) My best companions too. Lovely poetry.
ReplyDeletePoetry and writing is that perfect time machine.. I liked Bryan Ferry better than Bananarama BTW.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem .... not so sure about Bryan Ferry ;) ... but coffee and pen? Most certainly!
ReplyDeleteI like this. The only limit.... the imagination... (and vocab, heee heee heee)
ReplyDeleteExcellent write :D
ReplyDeleteThis poem contains a lot of what I love about poetry...
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, Shay.
ReplyDelete"As long as I have coffee, and a pen, we are each other's one more time." God, I love your poems!
ReplyDeleteLove these sections:
ReplyDelete"Here is what I love about poetry--
I can kiss your shoulder,
each freckle in turn"
"I can write it that you stayed--
that we both did.
As long as I have coffee, and a pen,
we are each other's one more time"
Love it!
ReplyDeleteYes, I love it. As long as poetry drips from the pen life, love continues in unity.
ReplyDeleteIl n'y a que la poésie et l'amour pour sauver le monde et non les armes. Tu es sur le bon chemin.
ReplyDeleteAmitiés.
Roger
Oh Fireblossom, you are just a slave to love... :)
ReplyDeleteTruly wonderful piece, brilliant!
ReplyDeleteThat's my 1983. Loved.
ReplyDelete"I can write it that you stayed"----oh, so lovely!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful and so true, memories and wishes are always with us.
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