The lines on my palm = The threads of a web
The footsteps I leave behind = The make-up on a B-grade movie's C-grade heroine
The pillow on my bed = The absence of your presence
The cello-taped routine = container of my chaotic life
The book lying by me = The world I escaped to last night
The phone-call I never made= The moment I want but can't realize
The posts that come out so often= The typed word that my thoughts so easily garb
The anklet I suddenly feel like wearing = The rhythm I want to bring back to your life
The blue that tints my toe nails = The hue that keeps me from you
The seconds I hear ticking = The dripping tears I can feel no more
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6 comments:
your words are very creative.
beautiful..
have fun.
nice style
enjoyed the read
Nominated 2 of your works in a contest! Hope you win!
I got a mail from Bluebell books. Here is the link: "http://promisingpoetscafe.wordpress.com/2011/05/13/the-celebrate-poet-of-summer-in-2011-award-nominations/"
Love the style. Great job!
Nice juxtaposition of thoughts and images.
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