Skip to main content

speech bubbles


i call my lovers 
and demons
to the table
by their proper names

i make them dance
for their supper
as i sing Summertime
in dead ringer Ella Fitzgerald



January 2012 ~ Rene
For Magpie Tales
Happy 100th Tess

Comments

  1. Not everyday :) Thanks Brian, for always stopping by. No matter the weather.

    ReplyDelete
  2. it happens to the best
    you are in good company
    and I understood it all

    ReplyDelete
  3. thank you Suz. No, I am never lonely at being alone :)

    ReplyDelete
  4. I really like (b/c I know that feeling):

    the right words cliff dive
    off the tip of my tongue

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Isn't it great when that happens?
      Thanks Laurie!

      Delete
  5. "i call my lovers and fears to the table by their proper names"

    I love this line. So often we sugar coat the true names of lovers and fears. Honesty just feels good.

    ReplyDelete
  6. So many awesome lines in this Rene!!! You have such an amazing talent!

    ReplyDelete
  7. Lovely, and the image really adds to the poetry!

    ReplyDelete
  8. underwater, undercover
    life does flow without a struggle
    and the right words cliff dive
    off the tip of my tongue

    Excellent!

    ReplyDelete
  9. the right words cliff dive
    off the tip of my tongue

    I love this!

    ReplyDelete
  10. Replies
    1. I'm glad you enjoyed it, Tess. Thanks for coming by.

      Delete
  11. 'Swim for their supper'. Brilliant!

    ReplyDelete
  12. i am never, ever disappointed by you.


    xoxox

    ReplyDelete
  13. That Is like the best thing I've ever heard :)

    ReplyDelete
  14. Great write, Rene ... we must all sound like divas under water, don't you think?

    ReplyDelete
  15. A great mysterious feel indeed. the last stanza really stood out, but liked the notion of underwater undercover too, great verse

    ReplyDelete
  16. Such fun...like blowing bubbles through your nose!

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Please drop a penny in a poet's hat :

Popular posts from this blog

natasha

There was a haunting beauty behind her eyes, beyond her sorrow, a beauty that found its way into one’s heart and led them home.