Friday, June 12, 2009

Plain Speech (a calling card poem)

The following is the draft of a poem on missing someone but I don't think I'm actually missing anyone, just entertaining a memory. How's that for a disclaimer?

Plain Speech
a poem by Nordette Adams

When you talked of love,
I was a silk-cloaked kitten on your thigh.
When you laid out metered sex,
I was the burning ink in your pen.
Boiling your flow to perfection,
I know what I was.

I know what I was.

You meditate these days on air,
open your wings to the loftier perch,
I am drying and brittle,
dying for your deluge,
thirsting for the hot ink word.

The spiritual without fevered flesh for contrast
is a life smooth and flat and frozen in banality,
a fallacy imitating salience.
We merest mortals must break for dalliance sometimes.

(c) 2009 Nordette N. Adams

3 comments:

William F. DeVault said...

Nordette,

Good poem, very good poem. And, I understand the inspiration. I often write in the generic to past people and situations (or at least say I don't recall...to save feelings).

Keep up the most excellent work, and don't forget Guerrilla Poetry Day on July 5th.

rauffray said...

Fine and meaningful poetry Nordette. Since I AM missing someone/s I can relate very well to what you have expressed here. Love and best wishes,

Regis

PS: Yes. I am still with Facebook. I'm not very good at it.

Good and plenty said...

"I'm not missing you." That line from a song popped into my head when I read this. I like this poem and it has prompted s few memories of my own.
Thanks.