Sunday, November 26, 2017

Rushing

There is rain on your breath when you lie
in the shine of my silver tresses -
bankrupt bones, but beautiful

and rushing

into my muscled arms and silence.
I am your house of ill repute
on the banks of your river, bankrupt,

but rushing.

For Poetry Pantry at Poets United

13 comments:

Anonymous said...

the brevity is excellent - such wonderful contrast between the rushing and the lying together
"bankrupt bones" - brilliant. I shall remember that one for sure

Gillena Cox said...

I couldn't in a million year come up with "bankrupt bones"
You are a genius

Happy Sunday

much love...

brudberg said...

The rain in the breath really caught me... How often we mistake rain for silver and gold.

R.K. Garon said...

Getting old has to up the game... :)
ZQ

Donna@LivingFromHappiness said...

I love how the imagery tickled my senses....especially the bankrupt bones!

Sherry Marr said...

Your imagery is always so amazing. Those bankrupt bones on the banks of the river are astonishing.

Sanaa Rizvi said...

Wow such potent images in this!!

Mary said...

Very evocative.
I especially like 'bankrupt but rushing."

hyperCRYPTICal said...

Sometimes being a house of ill repute is enough - but not enough...
Love the strength of your words.
Anna :o]

annell said...

"Rain on your breath," caught my attention. I enjoyed reading your po9em.

Magical Mystical Teacher said...

To be someone's house of ill repute...oh, the image gives me a rush!

Sioux Roslawski said...

Mama Zen--This is gorgeous, as usual.

cricket said...

I am ever in awe of your gift