I saw you,
your hands
quilted in shade.
Shaky
but clasping
a bottle of beer.
There was something
so defining
and desperate,
in your touch.
All pre-positioned
delicance,
dissolved in the
reflection of
your glass.
And I always
think of you,
when it rains.
And the water buries
itself in puddles.
Quietly sinking.
Comments
skinner_jennifer | August 20, 2011 - 22:37
Hi Beeme,
this was such a poignant poem and so descriptive.
Really very good.
Jenny.
Silver Spun Sand | August 21, 2011 - 07:00
Excellent, Beeme;-) Many congrats on the well-deserved cherries.
Tina
Beeme | August 21, 2011 - 09:19
Thank you very much Tina and Jenny! :)
Beeme xx
MistakenMagic | August 22, 2011 - 09:20
"And the water buries
itself in puddles."
- love these lines, Beeme. Well done on the cherry!
Magic xxx
shoe | August 22, 2011 - 12:39
Beautiful, and I love the final verse especially.
Beeme | August 22, 2011 - 17:19
Thank you Shoe and Magic. Much appreciated :)
beeme xx
barryj1 | August 23, 2011 - 13:14
A very delicate, gossamer poem that communicates everything that needs to be said.