After we kissed for the first time
After we kissed for the first time
Poem by Carolee Sherwood
Photo by Sheila Lamb
the sky let loose the rain it had cradled in its arms
all morning. A yellow dog pranced ahead of a man balancing
his coffee cup and folded newspaper umbrella. Spontaneous,
you’ll say later when I ask as though out of the blue, lips were
close enough for other lips to touch. Soft pink blossoms
crowd the tiny tips of tree branches. Shoulder to shoulder,
ducks peck at the last bits of stale bread. Impractical white
feathers. Pale petals on wet streets. Even the wind can’t lift them
clinging as they do.
-refers from the phrase “Take up indefinite words, cover” from 2, From Catalogue of Utilities by Laressa Dickey
Beautiful, the pacing, the sounds, the non-romantic but oh-so-very-romantic kiss.
Thank you for commenting, Deb!
Very good poem!
The very first line pulled me into this descriptive piece… I felt as if I were there. An enjoyable read, Carolee!
Gorgeous poem, Carolee.
I loved this! The ending is so perfect . . .I can see it all.
Thank you for this Carolee!
I just have to write something to refer to this poem. Beautiful!
I love this poem – saying so much and what it isn’t saying you feel between the lines. Thanks for sharing, Carolee.
Very good poem. I love the combination of quiet, yet passionate emotion swirled with natural imagery.
Yes, it is a good poem, Nicky. Thanks for your support.