Night
One hand holding my guitar,
I bite into a cherry tomato,
the taste of my
garden floods my mouth, seeds
spill across my tongue. The glass
slide's melody buzzes insistently
in my ear above the rapid
heartbeat of bass.
The window is dark.
I could love a summer
night.
posted by MB at 3:33 PM
13 Comments:
Tastes, sounds, sight, heartbeat... lovely, MB. Glad you're back!
Me too!!
So, for D's sake, what kind of guitar?
My heart
in my throat-
my chest
tight-
my eyes
shedding tears.
I can hear
the music
in my heart
where your words
touch!
Thank you
for finding us
again!
alan
I've just been down to my fridge, opened it and taken out the last tomato.
Then I put it on the table in the sun so that, tonight, when I eat it, it will taste of the sun and not of the fridge.
Thank you. So glad you're back.
A good one for qaartsiluni's new theme. Great to hear from you again MB. And what a glorious image.
That is such a beautiful image, mb. Yes, to the pleasures of a ripe tomato and the sound somewhere of heartbeat and bass.
It's lovely to have you back.
oh, how evocative...you've captured the scene and the feelings well.
woooo-hoooo.....welcome back. great imagery.
Something about a summer tomato.....and your beautiful poems!
*sigh*
Really so fine.
And the little buzzy phonemes ("seeds," "glass slide's," "buzzes") are an almost tactile sound-effects reminder of a lightly callused finger sliding up and down the strung neck of a dreadnought acoustic guitar.
Yes, nice and sensual. Is it still summer there? Warm summer nights loved more for slipping away into autumn.
stunning shot, mb. i could love one too. next year, maybe?
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