First Moments and Again

I’ve been trying to pinpoint

The genesis of a habit

The unorthodox first breath

That dissolves a wall of life

With a bashful wave of vice

Containing a newfound love.

I’ve been trying to retrace

The frenzy the new sun felt

When it shone his firstborn light,

The shiver the moon pulled through

When she heard her own throat laugh,

The false languor of the flower

As death ate her in her prime

Just when she saw her hue

In the falling raindrop glass

That a summer storm procured.

I’ve been trying to pinpoint

The second my eyes made tears

Which electrified my hands

Into molding up a poem

Of mashed up clouds and blue thunder

When I thought my light had died. 

Reviews

[olla]

I find I have to go back and read your words several times.. after stopping to wonder about the blue thunder..

[Marian Elizabeth]

Hello. Thank you for your reviews. I'm glad you have enjoyed my poems, and it is also quite nice to get a review from someone who knows about and appreciates bohemianism and relates to the references.

[B]

So creative
and its this search of all those tiny moments
That makes up happiness

really well done !!