Freshly Brewed Poems: 08-21-2024 Sunset InterCoastal

Sunset on the Inter Coastal  

I’m turning over backwards,

The earth a tilt away

From slipping the sun 

Below the horizon.

 

As day is done

The earth is rolling back 

Behind me,

I’m flipping like a tumbler 

Sliding backward 

Facing west

As the earth rotates 

Towards night. 


Sitting, in a backward facing chair,

I somersault in space

Watching the line of trees across the sound

Creep ever so much higher

As it takes the sun. 


Variegated yellow, ombre orange along the bottom

Casting hints of tints of pink

Halfway across the water. 

The blue and purples mix and play 

Lapping on the oyster rocks,

Reaching tranquil,

Into the hue of twilight. 


Devious act of calling me honey


Playing out in shades of cunning,

His devious act of calling her honey.
Tandem of boredom
Fueled by distant cargo,
Wields his caramelized loathing, 
Scorning the sedentary clothing
Of expected and reflected.
 
Deeply buried in psychosis
Lay the whip of stinging attraction.
Covet her body to the edge of a fraction,
And leave her covered, 
bruised, and abused,
craving for more of the same craving for more,
of the insane.
 
Thrust of true lust.
loss of true trust,
From a man who is cunningly honey,
Bored, but baggaged.
Sweetly hating conventional convention,
Uncovering his secrets in the seduction
of a goddess.
 
As he craves more,
as he takes more 
from an obsession
of confessions, 
Lingers, always lingering.
Never, letting go. 
Never, letting, go. 

He Said I Shared


He said I shared the color of his mother’s eyes,

And would I like to see?

A photo perhaps 

From under his bed,

A walk to the shelf 

For an album of dust?


Perhaps. 


No, the eye,

that was made for,

And worn by, the her

That bore him.

The Italian side, 

of brown eyes,

Gone to hazel with age.

The one lost in an accident,

Found in her son’s closet

Decades and eons later,

Following her demise. 


I declined


Placard Poem

 

One poem for, insert why, written

for one man, optional name named,

and why we were at, insert place perhaps,

in a time, season picked

and mood, emotion decided here,

I want it forever, why it won't happen.


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