Poetry Friday
34.
Poetry 34 comes
to you from Prague today. Hope you enjoy these two poems.
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Behind the red curtains
Creatures lay
silently
on sheets
dampened
by passion.
The breeze
cooling the
heat
and fueling the
self-loathing.
A lighter
clicks,
and smoke
drifts
like their
minds
wondering on
the light wind.*
She rolls over,
sighs.
He pulls on his
pants.
No words are
spoken.
(this was originally wandering, but I wonder if wondering is better)
Footsteps in virgin snow
I trudge home,
Fingertips
freezing,
teeth
chattering.
my footsteps
scar
virgin snow.
But soon
my tracks will
be covered,
my journey
forgotten.
The only
evidence will be
the scars on
your
skin.
Hope you
enjoyed 34, tune in next week for 35 possibly.
If they had some thoughts they were wondering:-)
ReplyDeleteYour first thought was much better. 'Minds wander' is much more interesting and less cliched than 'minds wonder'. The word ' wander' has got meanins that fit this context perfectly:
ReplyDelete1. To move about without a definite destination or purpose.
2. To go by an indirect route or at no set pace; amble: We wandered toward town.
3. To proceed in an irregular course; meander: The path wanders through the park.
4. To behave in a manner that does not conform to morality or norms: wander from the path of righteousness.
But of course you are the author and you know best and you are always right