"silverish" poems
You left nothing, only the Stevens book
That read: There is not nothing, no, no never…
Nothing and a yellow bicycle:
Two tires on a rickety frame.
When I do pick up a poem,
It’s to hear the gravel cadence of you,
Softer, informed by everything that spins:
A world, a bicycle, a chestnut tumbling
Downhill the city’s painted a roadside path,
My collarbone’s begun to mend.
The house gets drafty late afternoons
So I learn to cook:
Turmeric, cayenne. Hing & coriander.
cardamom. Cumin & mustard seeds.
Hing’s a pungent flower called asafetida
And corriander’s just cilantro.
Icy fingers spindle wheels on window panes.
I leave the teakettle to boil.
Spokes of trees shiver in the silverish dusk
Taking lessons from everything bare,
I let in the cold to hear
No stones turned in the drive.
May 10, 2010
May 10, 2010 at 7:48 AM UTC
Rain weaves weary paths on the
old Aurelian stone busts
like lilting music in a
deserted ballroom.
Yellow cobblestones echo
underneath black soled shoes and
sickly noses sing.
Across the street, children laugh
like the breaking shaft of a
silverish door key in a
cold iron-clad lock.
Sep 23, 2012
Sep 23, 2012 at 1:26 AM UTC
The sunshine reflected off your dampened silverish spikes,
Wrap-around glasses hid your cool baby blues,
But I knew they were there.
Your nimble fingers gracefully grasped the frisbee
As we danced in the parking lot after a late day swim.
It was a glorious day, you and I together in the aquamarine blue,
Barely clothed, as close to naked flesh on flesh as we could get in public.
Your eyes ever so gentlemanly kept a gaze upon mine,
But I know you must have noticed my ample ***** a mere inches below,
Black spandex bikini top and glistening with clear droplets.
You never let it show though.
Baby, I am your Sweet Pea.
1/10/2016
Jan 10, 2016
Jan 10, 2016 at 4:06 PM UTC
A mouse broke its bones
on my neighbor's floor;
I was called in mercy,
as the angel of slaughter.
My heart was the water
in which it drowned.
Days later, the wound
closed when I met Circe:
my silverish lion's stony
fringe burned away in smolder.
I left her starry thigh,
her eyes like cask strength rye;
_They live, we sleep_ - No,
we're awake and night is slow.
Nov 6, 2023
Nov 6, 2023 at 6:30 PM UTC
"When I was a child, I thought like a child, I talked like a child, I reasoned like a child. Now that I am a man, I must put my childish ways behind me."
I do believe that I have entered into the Twilight Zone
I woke up this morning and all of a sudden people were expecting me to do things for myself
When the hell did mom stop making my doctors appointments for me?
What the hell is this "get a job" nonsense
And why does everyone keep telling me "Welcome to adulthood"?
Like its some awesome place with candy and nonstop Spongebob
When did Saturday become "laundry day"
Where are my cartoons?
Since when did gas prices become more important the cost of Harry Potter books?
What the hell are these silverish hairs starting to pop up all over my head?
And HOW THE **** DO YOU FILE TAXES?
I did not agree to this.
I miss the days of nonstop sunshine kissing my cheeks as I biked down the lanes of Candy Land
When did farts become rude and not funny?
Where is my PB and J with the crusts cut off?
Shouldn't there be a class on how to become a grown up?
I feel like I was thrown into the deep end and expected to know how to swim
I can barely doggy paddle
Is this some sick joke?
I don't wanna grow up, I wanna be a **** toys-R-us kid
I WANT MY MOMMY
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 4:32 PM UTC
It was cold and i was full of sweat.
It must've been around 3am and i could tell ; the sky was dark,no stars around,only a shy silverish moon hiding behind the dense clouds..
My heart was racing,my blood was boiling,a poisonous,shivering chill all over me..
It was dream,was it not?
Ah;It was a pair of dark,brown eyes which were made only to stare at me.
A a pair of thin,pale lips which were made only to smile at me.
And everynight i would whine.And everyday i would rue.
My soul locked to his soul and my eyes set on his eyes.
For that was the loudest silence he could ever give to me,and only me.
Mar 24, 2016
Mar 24, 2016 at 6:32 PM UTC