Poetry Forum

Suzanne wrote:Steam rises, bottomless
brown silence in a round white rim..........................like the synesthesia of 'brown silence'
Tea is a foreign comfort I usually resist
but it stirs reasons for your return,
holds warmth like a memory.......................................phrasing a bit familiar

I watch the moon. The calendar
turns as defiantly as leaves in August hang
on to what might yet be supple
enough for new growth.

There's no turning back. Meaning dissipates
without you. I hold still-
tack scattered pieces on scraps
of watercolor paper, trap minutes................................would 'moments' have more resonance? not sure, but like notion of trap/words
within little words and set them tidy
in a row............................................................................don't usually say this, but an adjective before 'tidy' would add some nuance

I listen for the sound of footsteps........................................listen/sound one implies the other
coming closer, breathe in
the steam rising from my cup. Exhale.

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