Slip Of The Tongue

Tomorrow’s feast
Tomorrow is a waste
Left the order just sitting there
With your clocked out eyes
Warmer than any slice of sun
Everyone’s busy living
And it’s no use
The forest and I are not the same
I can’t come down
I can’t get colder
Made me dream of being your misses
I forgot you ever called me princess
I’ll find it myself
But this city is hiding me away
Never scared of the ocean
Hold on, the floral slips of the tongue
Everybody is ready now

It’s the hardest part
To keep playing
Mirror never apologized
For all it’s white lies
On my grave

These parts need what they need
Flowers need what they need
I’m floating on Hollywood

Hung as a upside down bat
I’m moving out of here
I’m seeking the way to stop
Tantalize it like it deserves

Well, who will the shoe fit?
After breaking all these knees
And the fire we need
I’m honest
I’ll walk without you
Sugar covered crates
It’s rain and yellow
One sky isn’t the color I have
Merry and a secret slip

Reviews

[willweb]

This poem has an abstract feel to it, it has texture and color that enhance the word usage. Though straight, the lines seem to move about the page, talking of this and that, how he made you feel, what is left to hold, alone isn't black and white, the meal is getting cold. This was really cool.

[Vertigo Cat1111]

Thank you so much for this review. I appreciate it so much and the time you took to review. Thank you again, endlessly!

[Titilayo Sarah Eguridu]

The confusion was so thick I could reach out to slice it.
It captures the struggles of most famous people.
The mirror got me thinking...impostor syndrome!
This is deep...I shall return to take another bite.

[Coyote Poetry]

Amazing dance of words dear poet. You took the reader to many places and you wrote the truth. Sometime we must float away. I liked the honest tone of the words and thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Betty Hermelee]

This almost seems like a stream of consciousness on an unhappy day in your life... where you harangue at times about life and then sweet talk some in between.....it seems like the mirror is reflecting negative things about you, them, the city, ocean, etc....but yet you're wiling to stay put at least for a while.... There is some of the "I don't care" syndrome in this....a lot of criticism and darkness with colors to make you think about exactly what is going on in your head....
GREAT!
Best, B

[Vertigo Cat1111]

Thank you so much. I’m so happy you read and reviewed, I appreciate more than I can say. Thank you again!

[Betty Hermelee]

You’re very welcome and well deserved!
Best, B

[Earthrise]

to me, this poem feels like breaking free. bits of understanding can be seen through your coy and beautifully cryptic lines. bits of happiness break through the crushing quest for perfection. this piece forces me to think and to feel. i wonder at the true meaning while it takes on a different significance in my own head. thanks for this puzzle, Cat

[Vertigo Cat1111]

Thank you so, so much. I’m so happy this poem had you thinking and feeling. Thank YOU for the wonderful review.

[keith]

having read once
i will certainly read this classic
shock again

good on you for writing and sharing
a gathering of visual words
that fits no norm
the world needs more free verse visionary writes as yours!

[Vertigo Cat1111]

Thank you so, so much. I appreciate your review and kind words more than I can say. I’m so happy you enjoy my free verse sort of writes. Thank you again. (: