Butterflies
and Honey Suckle
i
travel the shady side of the street a stain across my chest
lace
peaks out of my sleeves covers my hands
my
dress diaphanous the
hem drags behind me
my
body ink stained the
words can be read
through my clothes every secret of my life
scribbled upon my skin the weather hard to predict
and changes often nothing stays the same...
without you empty i put a clip on the dark clouds
make way for a little sunshine often the weather is as dissonant
as my mood i search my purse for a reminder
a handwritten note folded carefully the day iridescent
through my clothes every secret of my life
scribbled upon my skin the weather hard to predict
and changes often nothing stays the same...
without you empty i put a clip on the dark clouds
make way for a little sunshine often the weather is as dissonant
as my mood i search my purse for a reminder
a handwritten note folded carefully the day iridescent
the
air filled with the sweet scent of honey suckle and butterflies
the future is not clear instead mottled...often blue
the future is not clear instead mottled...often blue
April
25, 2015
14 comments:
We all have those dark moody days, but nothing beats the sight of butterflies and the scent of honey suckle!
Great one......
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but hope will always win
i like the image of putting a clip on the cloud
Things Could Be More Reliable
Love how "the words can be read through your clothes/ every secret of your life/ scribbled on your skin." Fantastic, Annell. So many who try to write, stop because they realize how much of their person must be revealed in order to continue. And yet, we do even when the future is a mottled blue. Wonderful writing, my friend...
Elizabeth
The weather as dissonant as one's mood - I like that comparison. Nothing stays the same in life or with the weather. But we have to keep the hope.
I really like this... the hem of the dress dragging is such a visual image of the blues.. there is a slowness here that I really like... the mottled blue future is such a strong image.
Very lovely Annell - looks easy, but very hard to do - I'm with Bjorn - some real counterpointed jewels here.. For me, it's the best thing you've done (that I've read so far... ) Great! my overall fave of the night so far... And I'm nearly done!! With Best Wishes Scott www.scotthastie.com
"every secret of my life/scribbled upon my skin"----wow! That is poignant and powerful!
Wonderful!
ZQ
your poetry is not only beautiful... but unique and creative too.
"i put a clip on the dark clouds / make way for a little sunshine"...the only way to live this life till the end...
I love the idea of life being ink upon our skin.
the words that can be read through the clothes hit me most here... an open book to those who care to walk this world with open eyes
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