Deja Vu

Waking after err and silence
amongst the wicker baskets
in a place where time sits
I took out my photo album

Sticking the needle to the beginning,singing

The only cries were when you were tired
waking upon nights shadows lurking
flexing soft fingers laughing
As I'd sigh hi my Baby

Hum my best tones resting a kiss between beats

And there we skip to golden hair
locks trimmed with timid feet
eyes of snow sky peeking
where even kings fell beneath

Long grow lashes brushing porcelain

Past flashes elementary my Dear
middle school sprint high school spirit
bareback horseback to English prim
all and awe in a grin

Hellion hellcat turning twenty one

Then flip to another page
Babe of tender yesterday
tends the cradle, rocking
Her way moving boulders over

Where all starts are carved  

 

Reviews

[Lydia Shutter]

Sounds like the circle of life for a wild woman! "Hum my best tones resting a kiss between beats" great line...I could feel the rhythm throughout your poem. All starts are carved......indeed, in the cradle with mother nearby. I liked this a lot. Your poetry is a bit surrealistic, but it is a fun adventure. Lydi**

[Souladareatease]

indeed a circle-one that lets me feel my age-uuugh :) hehehe but in a good way=proud way lol surreal eh? :) hehehe Thank You Lydi -You are always Kind!!!

[quinfinn]

sounds very much like you had a tryst with my second wife, Robin, but it couldn't be, as she swore she'd never have children...but who knows? as usual, you pen with a brilliant wit and a masterful hand...well done.

[Souladareatease]

HhahahahahaO those tangled webs we weave--always the fly I'm afraid, never the spider --thank You very much Quin:)!!!!

[Frieda P]

Sounds like reminiscing about a child who's grown, coming around again, the beginning reminded me of walking the floor half the night with a colicky baby, my middle guy....you amaze me with your poetry, never easy to decipher but always worth the read.

[Souladareatease]

Indeed--ahhhh sing it "Memories..." :) wellll we do love the cryptic at times eh Frieda :) (You know...too how it goes...sometimes a hidden gem here and there are for but a certain pair of eyes...sometimes I do that...other times it's purely artistic for the sense of multiple style interpretation....and then sometimes....it's purely just trying to get something with flavor to spill right (write?) out of my damn thick noggin :) Thank You Always!!!

[Frieda P]

Sometimes it's all of the above and then we have a drink...ha, and let everyone else worry about it...& you do not wanna hear me sing, take my word for it...I'll dance to your poetry though, cheers!! ;-)