You are
drop dead
gorgeous,
love,
and encumbered,
sorted out
Of perpetual gliding trains,
aquamarine lakes
riveted steel glimpses of
species, those broken rain ravished
trees
Whiskey disguised
patient, balanced
like the sound of (V)elcro
on a sniper's sleeve
during a high noon sunset
domed high up
over the way home
-film overall
A day too nice to end,
my goodness,
each glinted silo
hinged over hell hounds
Fleur-de-lis
sharpened on words of stone
surround an invisible fence
raccoon eyes
crossing
coal streets
before winter notes
A round mirror tilted
a light trick
three times three
a light trinity
Down at Aruba
taut men
cooled
by ocean
breeze
Brushed old paint
hulls the boats
older than song
Women from
U.S. States
beginning with
New
snap sand
with painted
thumbs
And studied crumbs
on mahogany
glistened
tables
You'd
strike a
stone word
remembering
harp sounds,
How the bottom
of your lung breath
(from the warm room)
wafts out from
horse-like
nostrils,
over
a combination
of bacon and
peppered jack
cheese
Next morning,
through night
cricked door
cracks of
late-summer-autumn
midnight passed
a requiem of
label-forward-brews
at last call
Taps
exactly on the opposite side
of the earth,
the sun up already,
a lazy Rembrandt rise,
okay all around
in particular
underground
words of stone
Swirled air bound
this sound
mixed with
late night
party scents
mouth watering
cherry licorice
a dry bruised
punched eye,
welted, bandaged,
purple in ominous
shadow:
an unknown star
balances over
The steeple's cross
the air clean, sharp,
the hearing acute
the words of stone
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Sirenita Lake
Just Thinking...
ThroughMyEyes
Ute Sonnenberg
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Comments
Nice
R
them stone words
Bring.
Here is a tranquil musical interlude:
The Highwaymen-Michael (row the boat ashore)
Jim
I like the textured imagery.
"The steeple's cross
the air clean, sharp,
the hearing acute
the words of stone"
See? INSPIRATIONAL. I Loved this and I want to cry because I haven't been able to keep up with reading (or much writing) for months now... Just know you are appreciated. I see how choosing between writing and reading is a Sophie's Choice. Not forever, pray...