Post by Deleted on Feb 11, 2017 21:24:10 GMT -5
Wishful Thinking
I wish a door would slip open to where you and I were
asleep on the couch in the sound of rain
the hum of plumbing in the walls, a grey day, hole
in the pocket of a stolen time
I wish I could drift unbroken but spread
like a low cloud over the cold morning
could run non -stop to California
with disposable legs and the tough heart of a true survivor
I wish: this sorrow would fold back into emptiness
like an origami crane, with neat creased edges,
less for consolation that swollen sail
I wish for rest
or at least a reset option on the glittering console
I wish I was one of the rowers in Renoir's Luncheon
at the Boating Party, the one on his feet with straw
hat and red beard, leaned against the railing,
arms folded, relaxed eye
caught for a moment by a splash of crimson
wine in crystal glass...I wish
I were on the water in the same painting half
seen through reeds in the distance
a lone white sail, taut, rippling in the summer wind.
Lean
by John Slater
Grey Boarders Books 2016
I'm in awe of this poem. View the painting and go for it in thought or touch or...I wish.
can purchase the small book ofr $10.00 here
shop.monksbread.com/collections/available-online-publications
I wish a door would slip open to where you and I were
asleep on the couch in the sound of rain
the hum of plumbing in the walls, a grey day, hole
in the pocket of a stolen time
I wish I could drift unbroken but spread
like a low cloud over the cold morning
could run non -stop to California
with disposable legs and the tough heart of a true survivor
I wish: this sorrow would fold back into emptiness
like an origami crane, with neat creased edges,
less for consolation that swollen sail
I wish for rest
or at least a reset option on the glittering console
I wish I was one of the rowers in Renoir's Luncheon
at the Boating Party, the one on his feet with straw
hat and red beard, leaned against the railing,
arms folded, relaxed eye
caught for a moment by a splash of crimson
wine in crystal glass...I wish
I were on the water in the same painting half
seen through reeds in the distance
a lone white sail, taut, rippling in the summer wind.
Lean
by John Slater
Grey Boarders Books 2016
I'm in awe of this poem. View the painting and go for it in thought or touch or...I wish.
can purchase the small book ofr $10.00 here
shop.monksbread.com/collections/available-online-publications