Ghost of Pizzas Past

A bunch of thoughts that my fingers arranged on the screen

Two letters lie together
And words flood in between
The arms of a spinning face,
Paving a vacant decent;
An impossibly probable scream
That never whispered

It didn't knock,
Like the sand that withdrew my knees
And all of ours whom too let dinner dive
Between the grids of a bicycle basket;
A dream -
If I ever had one -
Of the way it melted
Reminds me of the day
When it was light.

I was summer then

Uncomfortable
Burnt skin healed
With the help of the sun,
To be scolded from the inside
By a butterfly

All the while songs recite the hours
Of a blank clock
Tied up in other agreements
In an alternative truth,
Revealing only its slender arms
Through a gap in the unopened door

Reviews

[Flutterby aish]

You have a way with words....and its commendable. But...i didnt get the connection between your write and the title?!

[Ohhhwillow]

heehee thank you, the title is a reference to a memory that is the framework of this piece. A long time ago, when I had pizza in Italy with my first love! ☺️

[Flutterby aish]

Ooohhh....Well now i get it. That's cute. :D

[AaronFreitas]

A very good piece... I love the creativity you use in this piece and the way it makes you think. Good work :)