Pitter-patter of rain f
a
l
l i n g on asphalt
As I lay here warm
underneath
a woolly cloud made up of
enchanted flowers - holding me.
My unfocused gaze lands on a carnation...
My thoughts
s p i l l i ng like a bowl of
cat eye marbles
onto
smooth
butter pecan
wood floors- ah yes
carnations...marked on my ribs for Spain
the taste of bitter orange rinds...
the feel of sandstone in the air
-estuco-
neat geometric meets thundering baroque
existing together...
if you must, going further back it was -
remembrance for the d e a d.
cellophane wrapping touching outer blood red petals
vampire buds suspended in
time...
eventually blooming
a grayish skin toned rubber band on evergreen stem.
macabre
my grandmothers warm hands...
placing them
just
so.
Pitter-platter of rain softens...
landing on moist soil.
My thoughts
lounging on a bench under a canopy
protected from the unforgiving Andalusian Sun
a view of the Alhambra
I take a drag of cigarette...
thoughts
lazily swirling like smoke, hoping
to catch my focus.
I move to get up...
Like honey, clinging on to
The
t
i
p
of a spoon.
About the Creator
Michele Nampalli
This space is breath for my sensitivity. The poems come fully formed. I've known for quite some time now that my art is about receiving more than creation...its the most natural way I know to process my inner world. It started when I was 7.
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Comments (1)
This was a beautiful poem. I loved how you spaced the letters to emphasize certain words. I f E L L Right into the writing and was swept away by the imagery.