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World Poetry Day
World Poetry Day
Hello everyone, and happy World Poetry Day!
I wanted to say thanks to everyone who has taken the time to read my writing (and possibly left feedback along the way). I hope you can find the time to read something you like today.
Happy reading,
j.p
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Poem: Chime
The chime above the door sings
as you come gliding through,
bringing along the velvet breeze
of the autumn winds outside.
Your hands cradle your cheeks
as your arms rest on the counter,
and your coffee breath wafts
to me like a whispered secret.
The chime above the door sings
as you float away through it,
my heartbeat carried on the wind
to you like a whispered secret.
j.p
Poem: Sugar Rush
A spell of syrup
at the bottom of a cup –
a rush of nausea at
a sudden sugar blast –
I wash down coffee
with a wave of taking
too much on at once:
too much of a sugar rush.
j.p
Poem: Solo
She danced around the room,
looking people in the eyes
as she twirled past them,
never meeting the same gaze
twice. In the flashing lights,
spinning late into the night,
she was untouchable,
her tears dripping like sweat,
catching light like diamonds,
slipping, unseen, to the ground
as she kept gliding forward,
spinning late into the night.
j.p
Poem: Coffee Date
For once, I’d like to love you
in a typical way, weekends
with planned coffee dates
in picture-perfect cafes,
where the pink walls match
the rosy tint of my view
of you, leaning forward
from your pillowed rattan chair,
beige as the pastries we share
to indulge in the sweetness
of pastry scents filling the air
between us, the mood pink
and soft and pure like you
with those three packets
of sugar you always stir
into your lattes, welcomingly
warm like your laughter,
carried by the breeze as it floats
through the open windows,
gently welcomed by our lungs.
j.p
//“Colors” #1
Poem: Little River
A Haiku
A little river
flows my way, and gently floods
my heart with calm waves.
j.p