Your finger taps the bishop
rests a moment, deliberating,
before sliding the queen
your blue eyes
the crinkle at each corner
deepening as you laugh
I test moves
gently touching pieces
looking at other paths
and I return to this
lock eyes with you
a few words spewing from my soul…
21 Apr 2021 Leave a comment
in poetry Tags: checkmate, chess, falling, love, NaPoWriMo
Your finger taps the bishop
rests a moment, deliberating,
before sliding the queen
your blue eyes
the crinkle at each corner
deepening as you laugh
I test moves
gently touching pieces
looking at other paths
and I return to this
lock eyes with you
02 Jun 2013 8 Comments
in poetry, thoughts Tags: alone, falling, storm, tree
This must be how it feels
to the tree alone
in the forest,
only the breeze to stroke
her leafy green hair,
to have limbs
rattle and shake,
as she bends or breaks
in the midst of the storm,
broken bits piled in heaps
or scattered
across the lawn,
to fall
and have no one
acknowledge the sound.