Wednesday, November 25, 2009

A Long Week of Thanksgiving, Poem

This poem is about a different kind of giving thanks. Don't say I didn't warn you.

A Long Week of Thanksgiving
By Nordette N. Adams


I.

We sank onto the couch with Miles,
Kinda Blue, into brown leaves of autumn.
I am the muse who fell with you
into this bruised evening, purple
with blues.

Each day I've pulled on a sunny poem,
but it flees. Each night, I stroke
the fuzzy hairs of your broad chest,
wondering, Where will midnight send us?


II.

He's sleeping.
With the rise and fall of his breath I float
to a calm ocean's center, deep blue
'til a shy sun threads dawn with lavender.

Our legs wrap around guilty pleasure,
sighs of sparrows greeting day.
We are golden.

(c) 2009 Nordette N. Adams

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1 comment:

le0pard13 said...

I always enjoy your poetry, Nordette. Thank you for this. Hope your Thanksgiving went well.