Lavender

Ms. HaikuMs. Haiku Washington DC Posts: 7,279
edited September 2006 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
A bunch of lavender settled in one spot on your back she said
as she walked away from the bed, and out the door to her garden.
I gathered my hands underneath to my chest, and thought
a wait is the distance drawn from the line of a sharp pencil.

When she returned she stopped at her kitchen table first.
She placed the darkest flower on in an old tin cup.
With one flick she started a match, and lit the lavender;
She did not eye the lavender to see how much would burn.

She said, Most people think the scent will calm.
They think they can’t see and smell at the same time.
She said,
Anyone knows a flame is blue no matter the smell.

As she walked towards me, and bunched
lavender so that the branches held her hands,
I waited for the action to stop.
No more gathering lavender;
No more lightings of blue;
No more walking towards.
No more space between my back
and the stillness of her hands bound in lavender.
There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
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  • Ms. HaikuMs. Haiku Washington DC Posts: 7,279
    I would have made the purple italics, but I don't know how to make italics. Anyone know how to make italics?
    There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous
    The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
  • justamjustam Posts: 21,412
    Ms. Haiku wrote:
    I would have made the purple italics, but I don't know how to make italics. Anyone know how to make italics?

    then
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  • justamjustam Posts: 21,412
    I like this lavender poem very much!!! :)
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  • Ms. Haiku wrote:
    A bunch of lavender settled in one spot on your back she said
    as she walked away from the bed, and out the door to her garden.
    I gathered my hands underneath to my chest, and thought
    a wait is the distance drawn from the line of a sharp pencil.

    When she returned she stopped at her kitchen table first.
    She placed the darkest flower on in an old tin cup.
    With one flick she started a match, and lit the lavender;
    She did not eye the lavender to see how much would burn.

    She said, Most people think the scent will calm.
    They think they can’t see and smell at the same time.
    She said,
    Anyone knows a flame is blue no matter the smell.

    As she walked towards me, and bunched
    lavender so that the branches held her hands,
    I waited for the action to stop.
    No more gathering lavender;
    No more lightings of blue;
    No more walking towards.
    No more space between my back
    and the stillness of her hands bound in lavender.

    :) You amaze even when you step outta yer Haiku shoes, lady! :) There's the I-talics fer ya.
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
  • Ms. HaikuMs. Haiku Washington DC Posts: 7,279
    justam wrote:
    then
    Aha! Thank you!
    There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous
    The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
  • justamjustam Posts: 21,412
    Ms. Haiku wrote:
    Aha! Thank you!

    You're welcome!
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