Through the darkness, I felt your riffs The guitar strings that your fingers lick The bass rattling my rib cage, A hide and seek game we can play. I know a place where we can go, A tattooed street, a tattered road Where lovers hang from balconies And our purple lips can swallow keys- They meet. A greeting slow, and fleeting Within the hourglass, we're sinking This nothingness we share is warm, Too friendly to be real. I know a game that we can play, A moment we can steal.
Wow...you are a wonderful Poetess...I love the flow; the images mesmerizing my very soul...I'm glad this poem won...the lines playfully dance off the page, and gives us a poem and all it's possibilities in pure beautiful simplicity...only a Californian could write this...with poppy flowers growing wildly in splendid bright orange...Only in California. :)
Wow...you are a wonderful Poetess...I love the flow; the images mesmerizing my very soul...I'm glad this poem won...the lines playfully dance off the page, and gives us a poem and all it's possibilities in pure beautiful simplicity...only a Californian could write this...with poppy flowers growing wildly in splendid bright orange...Only in California. :)
''I know a place where we can go,
A tattooed street, a tattered road.
Where lovers hang from balconies.
And our purple lips can swallow keys-
They meet.''
I just discovered your poetry,but I'm sure this is not the last time I will visit your page!!! Great work! I love the way you play with words...
I can see why it won. The imagery is both sultry and a little bit rock and roll. It speaks eloquently ... poetically to an audience that mightn't have appreciated poetry before.