A Game We Play

Won the Emmons Poetry Contest in SB in 2009

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.

Reviews

[Everett DeValle]

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. :)

[bluessadmood]

oh this is so nice,what lovely images you draw here,i just loved this
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
our lips will meet,a greeting slow and fleeting
within the hourglass we are sinking..
oh how lovely this is ,how sweet ,and tender
lovely write..

[Michael X]

this has a rockin beat and flow that takes the reader to the moment of happening, what i liked most,
the imagery and well defined emotional detail, Nicely written

[Wondering Mind]

this flows well in the rhyme scheme you've chosen and wisely worded description which added to the wave and motion . Nicely penned.

[Pax Analog]

Being a singer-songwriter-guitarist, this little gem of a poem is especially charming to me.

Tempted to excerpt a choice bit, I find the whole poem to be a seamless iridescent ribbon of yearning, playfulness, beauty.

The cumulative effect leaves a will-o-the-wisp poignance lingering in the soul. We are such stuff as dreams are made on. . .The Bard's words come to mind.

Excellent work of prismatic resonances.

[Lola]

Oh! This is a lovely poem-- usually, I'm not too inclined to like rhyming poems. But this-- you made it work. ^_^
The description flows-- a beautiful job done.

[Arthur Crow]

Quite a nice serenade of words.. you weaved them together with a gorgeous fragrance. Thanks for sharing, a pleasure to read.

[Rachel Cooper]

This is really amazing. It's got the perfect amount of descriptive words, and it all pulls together amazingly.

[doreen cyr]

very well written
doreen

[kaycee]

incredible. and the perfect title!

[laceyjane23]

i like this poem, you came up with some great lines "the guitar strings that your fingers lick" is my favorite line. great job
laceyjane