Now and then the sky shows blue
between pursed grey lips that spit hail
like loosened teeth.
I feel the change:
electric signals dancing on my nerves at night
the taste of coffee sitting askew
against my tilting biochemistry.
The pendulum slows.
Lengthening afternoons bring songbirds
gathering twigs and feathers, assuring me
of one more spring.
Collection available! Knocking from Inside
Monday, March 09, 2009
One More Spring
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
8 comments:
This is beautiful. I especially love the first stanza.."pursed lips that spit hail like loosened teeth." We have snow today, and I would very much like to be assured of one more spring. I really enjoy your poetry.
What wonderful verse.
You are a wordsmith.
Beautiful.
`x~William.
I love the first stanza, i also really like the taste of coffee sitting askew.
Enjoyed reading this! The image of "hail/like loosened teeth" is especially memorable.
Wow, the images in that first stanza are brilliant!
Masterful!
You have some marvelous lines in this poem. . . pursed grey lips that spit hail like loosened teeth. I really like the image of the coffee taste tilting your biochemistry like the earth tilting itself.
Like your poem, spring brings a new hope!
Post a Comment