National Poem Writing Month 2018 Day#26: Today,
taking our cue from today’s craft resource, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem that includes images that engage all five senses. Try to be as concrete and exact as possible with the “feel” of what the poem invites the reader to see, smell, touch, taste and hear.
In the light of the morning,
the sorrows are lying like pebbles, broken parts
of a boulder,
They’re smooth. No moss has grown on them as the wave of the hands of clock washed
it, polished it
A flock of birds flies away singing the aubade.
We thus move away from each other
letting the eclipse comes to an end.
The curse urbanized washed away the poems I had written last whole night
Because our love lies in the thighs and entwined of the portions that lie there
Not the entwined of my chest your breast or my aspiration your wishes.
I slit my heart to shake out the love residued in like churning out the coins
from an almost-empty wallet in vain.
She looked at me and smiled sly.
She smells of cheap whiskey and cigarettes;
the color of her wheatish skin is auburn.
The lust wasn’t given a chance to become love; somewhere near a tall tree has fallen
we heard the psithurism with the bated breath.
Following the rule, we sat silently looking at each other wasted bodies, naked,
on the bank of silence.
(I light a cigarette)
One by one
she took up her dresses with the snatched cigarette on her lips
the moistness of my mouth amalgamated with her.
The last time I am seeing her naked.
Somewhere near a car screeched followed by a shattering of glass then a honk.
(She had putten her panty on now the turn of hooks.)
I sat up from my half-lying pose;
before she hooked I jump on her and dragged her to the
bed undoing what she had done and doing what I want.
Love not lust composed a dawn eclipse.