Wednesday, March 20, 2013

keep your feet dry

your car is cold
blinking lights blur, bleed
tongue slippery
in drink

my chapped lips betray
fettered words,
released

sliding, slipping out
collecting, like a puddle
at your feet

_____

the watery light seeps
though the blinds
at dawn

finds them knotted,
twisted
tethered back inside,
where they belong


(you stepped over the puddle, anyway)
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11 comments:

  1. Optimistic ExistentialistMarch 20, 2013 at 11:29 AM

    Poems like this are why I am glad that you're back in blogland Lauren :)

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  2. LuLuMarch 20, 2013 at 11:37 AM

    This is incredibly spot on.

    I know I use it as an excuse to unload the things that are too heavy for daylight. And I wake up disappointed because he has a long stride.. stepping over those puddles. Every. Single. Time.

    I'm too twisted for him anyway.

    xx

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  3. AVYMarch 23, 2013 at 6:12 PM

    Back inside where they belong. Hey you.

    /Avy

    http://mymotherfuckedmickjagger.blogspot.com

    ♥

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    1. AnonymousApril 18, 2013 at 7:40 AM

      yeah "avy" always on the hunt for followers...

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  4. RyanMarch 23, 2013 at 11:27 PM

    I, personally, enjoy puddles. Call it the kid in me...

    Nice rhyming.

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    1. sweetapplerumApril 18, 2013 at 8:23 AM

      I'm not big on end rhyme, or at least not a ton of it, but really enjoy internal rhyme. It's my cup of tea.

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  5. MaijaMarch 24, 2013 at 5:29 AM

    This is perfect. Also, I've nominated you for The Versatile Blogger Award x

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  6. sMarch 24, 2013 at 6:19 PM

    how is it so easy for them to step over the puddles

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  7. Optimistic ExistentialistMarch 25, 2013 at 7:10 AM

    Looking forward to your next post!

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  8. sweetapplerumMarch 25, 2013 at 8:20 AM

    Thanks for all the words, guys and gals.

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