Jun 2016
In the morning, we were woken by thunder,
a vicious gurgle vaulting across the sky.
We watched the rain fall outside from our bed,
the windows stippled with droplets,
the clattering of water on the roof
like women dancing in high heels.
I breathed in your smell, wanting to
inhale everything about you that morning,
wanting not to forget our trickle of minutes.
I brushed my feet against yours, under the sheets.
At one point, our hands touched, I knew your fingers.
That’s what I thought then. That I knew them.
Your khaki green shirt sleeping over a chair.
Design of our fingerprints on the half-full glass.
I caught a glimpse of your Atlantic eyes
as you turned. I kept my words private,
wanting, not wanting to stitch them together.
Last night, lightning. Now this.
a vicious gurgle vaulting across the sky.
We watched the rain fall outside from our bed,
the windows stippled with droplets,
the clattering of water on the roof
like women dancing in high heels.
I breathed in your smell, wanting to
inhale everything about you that morning,
wanting not to forget our trickle of minutes.
I brushed my feet against yours, under the sheets.
At one point, our hands touched, I knew your fingers.
That’s what I thought then. That I knew them.
Your khaki green shirt sleeping over a chair.
Design of our fingerprints on the half-full glass.
I caught a glimpse of your Atlantic eyes
as you turned. I kept my words private,
wanting, not wanting to stitch them together.
Last night, lightning. Now this.
Written: June 2016.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time, not based on real events. I wrote this after watching a video online of a poet reading work aloud, and I became inspired, not by the subject matter of the poems in the video however. I am very happy with the outcome of this piece, which is a rare feeling when writing. It is about two people waking up in the morning, with one person thinking of previous events and perhaps wanting more, but knowing now that nothing could really happen. For some reason, I imagined a female duo. All feedback welcome. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page.
NOTE: Many of my older pieces will be removed from HP at some point in the future.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time, not based on real events. I wrote this after watching a video online of a poet reading work aloud, and I became inspired, not by the subject matter of the poems in the video however. I am very happy with the outcome of this piece, which is a rare feeling when writing. It is about two people waking up in the morning, with one person thinking of previous events and perhaps wanting more, but knowing now that nothing could really happen. For some reason, I imagined a female duo. All feedback welcome. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page.
NOTE: Many of my older pieces will be removed from HP at some point in the future.
