Drowning

Drowning

~

on the boulevard
outside
last night’s rain
puddles
midst the chaos of metro-clutter
as if abandoned
by the waters of earth

it shoulders its way
through the culverts
in search of mother sea

this day begins golden and crisp
bird songs echo empty sunrise streets

lovers and their beloved
sit by morning windows
with tea
and curiosity

they talk

in these moments
their souls spill
one into the other
entranced

somewhere
tender lips
are sculpting sweet words

but here in this quiet
I drown in your eyes
fallen into azure pools

~ ~ ~

rob kistner © 2012

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  • 30 thoughts on “Drowning”

    1. tender lips sculpting sweet words and drowning in lapis pools…these images will surely haunt my mind :)very heartfelt your poetry is.

    2. i could think of worse ways to go…smiles…lovely description up front…i could read this two ways…drowning in bliss when you aint got it does kinda suck…or you could just be that happy…nice…

      1. It is lovely to have you visit me again Viv! I certainly trust all is well with you, and that you are finding connection and enjoyment out here in this ever-changing virtual landscape of poetry blogs. Please visit again… 🙂

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