This Precipice Is But My Lovely Home

Young man, thank you for the fine words,

The row of them were a special thought that had me smirking,

As smirking fits upon my face as a curtain of hair will look lovely around your head.

And I mean that, truly.

 

Sweet bewailing that I can find in me,

Is simple and pleasant when I think of friend.

Yes, it’s simple love, when it’s ambiguous,

As thoughts atop of a precipice,

Leave me goading you farther and farther,

But the sentry that had yet been waiting for your return,

Has left and gone down to have a drink.

Whiskey, love, is powerful and I fear he will be gone for a while.

 

The words we share are acrimonious in nature.

Astoundingly there are dancing shadows that seem quite lovely,

When we throw our hands up into the air.

Past, now love, is our hour of shares,

As we must make our way down from this high tower of strange.

 

So I must thank you, young man, for that lovely banter.

I have not had such pleasure since so long before.

My departure should not be seen as a white flag,

For tomorrow I am sure we will climb this cliff again,

And I will whittle out of you another smirk,

For this precipice is but my lovely home.

Author's Note

Had a bit of fun with this, yes.

Reviews

[Cascara (aka Sprint Goe..]

I like the variety of words you used!

[patricia]

I loved all this but especially the last stanza. And I will whittle out of you another smirk.
The style you have created works well, it has the voice of age and wisdom. Thanks.

[Chris]

Rotisserie Gold... turning and turning the words til the heart drips, splats, sizzles...

[fireblossom]

As always I like the 'voice' of your poem. It suspends present time. Interestingly, when we do that as writers it allows us more freedom of expression. By shifting from here and now we throw out contemporary rules of speech etc. Nicely written ....

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

I loved the sense of satircal and almost childish innocence of the wording, a very enjoyable piece, well done, good read.