The morning naps in the lap of noon today
Checkered clouds mark the end of June today.
Tears are words the mouth can’t say
Tattered winds are waiting to be sewn today.
Stuck somewhere between a friend and a foe
The raindrops sing a familiar tune today.
My practiced charms and your restless kisses
Am I tired or am I immune today?
Vignettes of yesterday pulsate in the puddles
Were promises made too soon today?
What remained of my Grace was halved
From belonging to the moon today.
"Tears are words the mouth can't say"...lovely line! Also liked the fourth couplet, though the poem as a whole is quite charming. And not in a "practiced" way!
ReplyDeleteHad said this in class earlier, I admire the way the there's a motif relating to water and a calm chill that one might remember particular days or seasons by.
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