pansies at night

the crashing waves were not muffled by the morning fog
seeping into my fabric
like your kiss that never met anything
but a thought of mine

an unexpected signal blurred blinking on the horizon
as forever waves continued crashing,
pulling the sand from beneath my feet

in the summer i saw your pansies.
they were against a thick indigo night,
a backdrop of fabric that cloned your smile
and etched it sweetly
into an indelible memory

it came through my fog like a signal on a ship
moving closer
from the horizon
to the tide always stealing
the beach away from my stand

Reviews

[barleygirl]

This is awesome lyrical writing full of imagery. I love it when a writer makes word choices based on how the lines sound when spoken. I love the way your writing is a cross between well-manicured & loosely tossed. Your profile grabbed my attention becuz I'm also a backwoods bumpkin on the other coast *smile* Fondly, Margie

[m.s.early]

Thank you so kindly for such a warm review. Always nice to meet a fellow bumpkin 😊

[paul sal.....]

thoughts are memories riding the tide

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

How did I miss this one X? I get so rattled in my own head ...I think I go mad sometimes. I hear the screams and the deep sighs, even feel the dizziness. They seem so real I think maybe I internalize them as my own...for the first time in a while, I realize all that came from this place ...where a phantom kiss began. This is how strong your words and thoughts have become! Sensational!

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Early... there is something melancholy about a fog horn... and something romantic about a kiss never meeting anything but a thought of yours... but my favorite is the pansies against the thick Indigo night....
How can such a delicate flower survive the cold winter under autumn leaves 🍁 of passiion... like pieces of a quilt sewn together to keep you warm. truly, Pat

[m.s.early]

Thank you for such a tender review 😊

[Patricia Wedel]

You are welcome... Pat

[Kelly Scheppers]

I always read poetry out loud to myself, to hear it roll off from my tongue, to fully grasp its sensation the way the writer intended it to be. There is such a delicate symmetry with your words, like watching a thread pass through a needle's eye. You have a gift of words, Matt. Truly extraordinary!

[m.s.early]

Thank you Kelly. It's always a pleasure hearing from you. 😊

[Coyote Poetry]

You are a story teller my friend.
"in the summer i saw your pansies.
they were against a thick indigo night,
a backdrop of fabric that cloned your smile
and etched it sweetly
into an indelible memory"
I enjoyed the complete story. The above lines. A amazing story on their own. Thank you my friend for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote