Tuesday, September 27, 2011

For The Winter

The wind has just enough bite
to send me to my closet
for my old, ratty cardigan.
The sky is black
with straggly v's.

The geese are flying south.
I want to go, too.

Somewhere cheap and warm,
where the tequila is complimentary
and the sand is as soft as the belly of a bird.

I won't speak the language,
so I'll tattoo invitations on my hips
and wear apologetic t-shirts
until I pick up a phrase or two
tending bar for the locals.

Reading eyes,
lips,
weathered hands,

and collecting stories
like tips in a jar.

For Open Link Night at dVerse

45 comments:

Brian Miller said...

nice...i am all about collecting stories...and tattoos on hips aint bad either though...might have a hard time getting me into a cheesy tshirt though...

Fireblossom said...

Make mine Cherry Zero, senora...

chromapoesy.com said...

A wonderful poem for inspiring wanderlust, we're about to get our first snow, the aspens peak this weekend, and it was almost freezing this morning when I picked up my car at 7AM.

Pat Hatt said...

Be soo nice to go south and avoid this dreadful winter, not sure about tattoos on my hips though..haha

Brendan said...

Yeah, there's something about chucking it all and starting over where no one knows your name ... You nailed the fantasy like a shot of Mezcal, worm and all. (Me, I fantasize about going someplace cold, watching the birds fly the other way, leaving empty skies ...) - Brendan

Beachanny said...

I'm with Brendan - would love to be headed to Claudia's part of the world right now--Octoberfest, leaves changing, cool air, mountain lullabyes - but it's hot here (record hot), honeypie, the water is blue, the sand is fine, and the tequila is flowing 'cause it's always 5 o'clock somewhere!

Anthony Desmond said...

Calming and smooth piece Mama Zen! nice

Natasha said...

All about the tequila today, MamaZen! Loved the stage you've set with your words...and so wish I was there.

ayala said...

collecting stories...I love to collect those too, this is lovely and serene.

Fred said...

Love this piece. Stanza one you have an action and an obvious reaction- sets up next with V- goes to the geese-you want to go- and you keep this type of thing up for the whole piece, fusing each stanza into one- excellent, love it

Sylvia K said...

Says it all and just right! I did go south a few years back and lived in Mexico for a year and loved it. Great one, MZ, as always!

Sylvia

jen revved said...

A wonderful idyll-- we have migrating geese here, and now frosty mornings. love the old cardigan and the belly-soft sand and the tattooed invitations-- lyrical and exquisite! xxxj

Eric 'Bubba' Alder said...

This is one worth collecting, Mama Z!

Claudia said...

sounds like the place to go...reading eyes and lips...the tatooeing...nice..

lori said...

I want to tag along, too, please! Thanks for providing a momentary getaway as I read your words :)

Mary said...

Oh yes, I would like to join you somewhere wouth with complimentary tequila too. Perhaps you should organize a tour? LOL.

John Allen Richter said...

Let's go, right now because I'm ready..... Sold!

Quotes,Photos and a little Poetry said...

Great line, collecting stories like tips in jars.

Susie Clevenger said...

Love it..makes me want to return to Cozumel...may there be many more stories for you to collect.

Daydreamertoo said...

We're having a wonderful September (so far) I don't want it to end~!
Love seeing the geese but hate seeing them all gathering ready to fly south. Not looking forward to winter at all.
Very nice, even sensual, write.

Joanne Elliott said...

A lovely escape to the exotic.

Love the lines:

"Reading eyes,
lips,
weathered hands,

and collecting stories
like tips in a jar."

Steve King said...

Yes, no matter where we are, there always seems to be another, better place...Nicely done in a compact, image-filled way. I enjoyed this

Mark Kerstetter said...

You're anticipating that cold winter. Funny how it works. I live in the south and would love to spend the season up north.

PattiKen said...

Can I come too? This definitely sounds like a plan.

Ann LeFlore said...

You are going into your winter months of snow and changes of season and here in my pert of the world we head into our summer months. Warm tropical breezes and the lagoon so bright and clear. But I do admit even our winter months on the islands and no where near as cold as some of your spring or even fall days.
http://gatelesspassage.com/2011/09/27/addiction-to-solitaire/#comment-1201

Nick Rolynd said...

Oh, wow. I love how it tells such a deep narrative in such few words. Each image is worth at least a thousand words.

kaykuala said...

Mama Zen, it is a great escape going south and cheap too! Why not? Tattoo and all and saucy T-shirts did you say! Great verse!

Hank

Caty said...

Can I come too? you make it sound like a great escape!

Laurie Kolp said...

Sounds very exciting... maybe we should all go. Loved this!

Teresa said...

Sounds like a wonderful escape! I'd like to fly south too.

Charles Elliott/Beautyseer said...

Enjoyed the poem, and the fantasy. Make that somewhere I can live on Social Security!

But I'd never wear an apologetic t-shirt...

Patricia said...

I liked this... although I can't remember touching the belly of a bird. But I do love people watching and reading eyes and lips and such. Good one.

yellowhousecafe said...

oh boo...you read my lips...no cold winter. been to Mexico one time, drank too much Jose under sun that seared my march-white skin red...sigh ~

Reka Sang said...

The last verse sent my imagination soaring, the stories to be found and retold...exquisite work.

Adura Ojo said...

"Sand as soft as belly of a bird"...I love. I love collecting stories too. Somehow, it makes me feel like an off duty police officer. Like police officers, writers are never 'off duty':)

darkangelwrites said...

We are having a most deserved Indian Summer in my neck of the woods, but will be wanting to fly south soonI'm sure.

Jinksy said...

Flying south for the winter seems like a good idea. ♥

joanna said...

sounds nice... take me with? :) some great lines here:
..."tattoo invitations on my hips..."

"collecting stories/ like tips in a jar."

--perfect.

Ed Pilolla said...

your daydreams are custom-made for me, like this one. i floated along on this...

hedgewitch said...

Reminded me of that Joni Mitchell song--Urge for Goin, but it always seems like only the geese have got the wings to go. Good one, MZ.

JANU said...

Nice flow of words Mamazen.

Jannie Funster said...

I hope you get there.

soft as a bird's belly -- so lovely!

xo

Joseph Hesch said...

Oh yeah, Mama, coming on that time that plays my bones like castanets. So a little tropical beach and a bar sound juuuuusst right. Corona, please. Hold the lime. Sweet piece.

Gemma Wiseman said...

Aaaah... That drink that dilutes the bee stings of the day... and then needs some kind of antidote in turn...But o the bliss of dreaming of flying south to other climes...

ShonEjai said...

Very well done. I loved it. The geese are flying south I want to go to...what a great line.