A song about difficulty
of forgiveness
plays
on endless repeat
thrummed vibrations
to pulse
inchoate promise
A book about fragility
of defensive explanations
rests
in her lap
recommended by one who
knows her well
or not at all
her hope
unsettles
prepared to be harmed in the reading
as melody’s impossibility
beguiles
the first chapter
tastes of hard-bitten cloves
over alcoholism
unknowingly
she hums along
Humming along. It’s scary when the mind is oblivious to what thy body doth.
Sometimes, right?
Sometimes.
I’m really enjoying all the poetry lately. :)
Awww … thank you.
That makes two of us.
It occurs to me not only do your words invoke pictures for me, but also emotions.
I tend to try to ignore them. Your words will not be ignored.
YES! I am a woman of bossy words! GO ME!
I like that ever so much.