Seconds More

She decorates her words

While a river empties over our flamenco morning

The cereal poured is disguised as conversation

Spoons are fashioned by the concave

And I want to tell her anything

I want her to take a moment and understand

How beautiful she really is

But I am invisible

Like the whiskey slipping inside her throat

And the shower running around her mind

Graces me a silhouette for seconds more before

She rushes off and

I carry it inside me like lost songs and keys

Planting it under faces juxtaposed with need

Praying that life will  somehow grow

Reviews

[Brittany Zedalis]

Wow. This is officially my favorite from you, and as you know, I've read a lot of your poetry, haha. This is beautiful.

~Luna

[Perdition]

That I do and Thanks L.

[Priscilla Sayers]

Emotions flow with smooth pronunciations of losing what has already been lost. The need
Well it only needs to be whispered and as you did~ express this very deep and gutting emotion ~that is why you are the Hawk
Felt every bit of it Hawk

[Perdition]

And you da Canvas,,,Thanks Beautiful one..smiles!

[Alisa Js]

Greetings to you from across the very long way~~~

This one evokes such powerful emotional imagery upon the landscape of the heart and with such precision. Simply stunning!

But then again, how could it not be, considering the poet?????

Loved this one!

Alisa ;-)

[Perdition]

Hey you...wish I wasn't away or else I would have seen this.So sorry for my delay and Thanks, a trillion pardons of pardons and more> Thank you as always H~ Soon okay!

[Alisa Js]

Yes, soon would be sweet. I trust all is well.

Over and out from this side of the Pacific...

Alisa ;-)

[MAC]

the elusive moments...sigh. this is perhaps, one of your saddest poems...or maybe it is just that it fits my life/heart perfectly. an excellent write, sir

[Perdition]

it's where life meets rub as Shake put it. Or just that silhouette we live with, the one that keeps replanting itself. Thanks Mark..appreciated as always~