Lillian is tending bar today in the dVerse Poets Pub ~ ~ Careful with that shoulder, Missy!!! The word for Quadrille Poems is "Petals"
'neath umbrella's
canopied dome
gorgeous blooms
have found a home
petals whisper
colors bright
softly tremble
in perfumed night
with each gentle fall of silk
a question a prayer
my heart laid bare in fragrant air
he loves me
he loves me not
don’t ask me where I been
I might just tell ya
don’t ask what’s in that cooler
unless you brought ice
don’t ask why the dog's wearin' sunglasses
he's got his reasons
hush up
pass the gravy
that's all the honest you get today
look 'em in the eyes, hold their gaze
work 'em, one by one
adopt an air of nonchalance, sexy
the undone button
loose strand of hair across your face
expose shoulders
collarbones always were your best feature
you know how to work a crowd
chalk it up to
poorly mixed metaphors
muddled thought processes when composing
pretend you didn't read it
there is nothing to be gained
and really
praise would go straight to your head
abuse would linger for months
chuck it all
move on
chalk happens
Lillian is focused on the end of 2021!!
careening through life
blips, blurs on our storyboards
you the subject me your
predicate
diagrammed with flawless precision
we crossed invisible boundaries
boulevards lined with see through trees
umbrellas dripping, shimmering in full
sunlight
you the painter me the poser
a perfect double exposure
gal in great need
she’s gone to seed
stuck months inside
one long hard ride
feeling much guilt
‘bout how she’s built
used to be svelte
suitors would melt
muscle has vanished
claiming she’s famished
it’s all in her head ~
pass the French Bread
Photo by Helen
what if,
as i was leaving,
i confessed every transgression
every possible slip of tongue
would you take me back
what if,
as i was leaving,
i turned and said
‘you know, i’m still in love with you’
would you tell me it’s over
