We were standing in the church parking lot
Figs were falling from the sky,
splatting on the asphalt, and you were heaving
with laughter, I had never seen you
so swollen with joy,
your head thrown back, baring your throat
to the weak winter sun as the sound
burst from you like a geyser
We both were wearing mittens
You were gazing at me in a way
that I wanted to bottle up and keep
forever in a mason jar
and for a second I thought, this is it
So I took out all my ribs and tried
to hand them over
but you wouldn't take them, you couldn't
make up your mind about me
and it was too late by then
to put them back
I laid them on the ground--
a streak of white bone
floating in an ocean of figs
I looked up and you were gone
I looked down and I was knee deep
in a clear blue pond
There were oranges and water lilies
and human ribs drifting on the water
I woke up from the dream
and you were still
making up your mind
about me
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I thought this was well-described.
White figs? 🙂 —Chagall
Aubergine, actually
You are a brilliant poet. Thanks so much for visiting me and leading me to your work.
~ Will
a touching poem with such longing… Thanks.
Beautiful and jarring.
Whoa…wow.
Very beautifully written. I wish I was half the poet you are.
This is brilliant and so wonderfully captures a feeling I have in my life right now. Thank you!
Nice words and flow. I like and look forward to reading some more.
Lovely poem, “a streak of white bone floating in an ocean of figs” is amazing, love the visual imagery of the entire piece. Thank you.
Pepper
Interesting dream. I wonder what prompted it? Thanks for stopping by.
I love your poems and sure do feel your words. Well done.
Beautiful, gut-wrenching stuff.
Way to wrangle, wordsmith. I was with you. I would have made you a basket of your ribs.
Wonderful! Thanks for stopping by my neighborhood!
“You were gazing at me in a way
that I wanted to bottle up and keep
forever in a mason jar”
Unbelievably visual and so graphic your words can be seen! Love this…:-)