Weathering my mind
With ideas
I had a sudden thought.
Like a chiming echo
Entering both ends of ears
A meeting point in the center.
…
Light bulb rays hovered over
The thin line of hair
Brushing the top of my temple.
Thickening the roots
With a strand of memory,
A humble view
Of all I’ve come to know
Showering myself with gratitude.
…
Soaping in
Blemishes
Squeaky clean reminiscence.
Polishing the back
The hardest parts to reach,
Lavishing nectar
On the smooth slide of skin.
Perfuming
Unscented pathways
With a running
Rush of rose.
© Nicoletta
If this poem had a voice, this is what it would sing…
Wow, that was beautiful! And Desert Rose, no words for that song; it will always stay evergreen 🙂
Yes, beautifully said it is indeed evergreen:) thanks for reading and for your lovely comments!
Welcome 🙂