mother

mother and I sigh

side by side at the lack

of Earl Grey in the cabinet.

 

wordless as we may be,

our communication travels

through pairs of pears

 

and tangerines peeling

 

calm and silent,

coexisting creatures.

the afternoon pours over us

 

like spiraling spires and the monochrome

of a melted clock morphed into the top hat

and matching tie of the doorman.

 

we wear this time

seeped into our pores and leaked

onto oriental couches

 

as mother and daughter

sigh side by side

emerald eyes to hazel

 

an expectant yet calm reflection,

 

but we are one over a cup of tea.

Reviews

[ChemicalMadness]

you never disappoint. i agree entirely with Jacob. for various reasons, it seems nearly everyone's attention wavers, but it sure is good to see quality work, no matter how long ago penned ;)

hope you're well!

CM.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

we are one, with no need to even speak out loud, the communication is in the being...the connection.

beautiful work and why no reviews? good grief...how could any of your works go unnoticed, un replied upon.!!!!!

miss you being around.

jacob