Leopard shining through milk,
Spittle on the windowsill.
Tearing pink tissue,
Slipping softly forward
With kettle corn thoughts.
A dripping faucet.
Liquid sunshine falling
gently,
Cotton soaking in the light
And dripping gray
Upon shingled umbrellas.
Muddy waters,
Pooled pavement,
Sinking ships,
A glass mirror.
Remembering.
Leopard shining through milk,
Spittle on the windowsill.
Gathering the light.
A blackening carousel,
Crunching against
Clashing mountains.
Gloom on the outside,
But warm by the fire.
Soon started,
Soon over,
A string on my finger,
A moment.
2 comments:
Chris,
This poem is full of very strong images. I especially like the way you've interspersed very specific, smaller images such as "A dripping faucet," "A glass mirror," and "A string on my finger," among some of the more complex ones. They really help ground the poem. Nice job!
NFHuth
I could picture what is going on in this poem. It made me feel like I was acutally there. Nice.
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