It was a forty degree spiel
laced with cold rinses,
my jeans melded
to a forgotten pair of shorts
like pseudo erotic art,
all lathered limbs glued to twisted sheets.
[dirty memories]
Against this backdrop of soul-less windows
reeking of (stale)mates, it doesn’t take long
for subtle whispers to tell tales
of grazed knees or lipstick collars,
and I am only a half-load,
no extra weight curves these shoulders
with expectation,
[with demands]
yet I miss their comfort.
I have to wonder if that slow soak
erupting rose tainted suds,
was just a camouflage to stains
crusted upon your words,
or was it just convenience.
[traded]
Author notes
Picture prompt.
A contest entry
- When Life Gives You Lemons....(Round 2) by Jfd.
600 points, ended June 8, 2008, 8 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Critique Requested
Comments
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this is very well done! I love how you took the picture prompt but made it your own....absolutely loved:
"and I am only a half-load,
no extra weight curves these shoulders
with expectation,"
nice job poet =) -
Brilliant , every word
I wonder sometimes where all of this amazing poetry comes from...somewhere in the shadows of that mind of yours or deep in the musing imagination, but not knowing makes it even more alluring...
Another wonderful write, Bro
Lynda
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