Friday, June 25, 2010

Clocktime and Cocktails




1.


Clocktime and burnt candles
measure our affair
I prefer sundials and beeswax
you pillars of aromatherapy-
masking digital interests


Bees fill the garden-
the sun methodically kisses the dial-
scents linger;
It’s all borrowed time


2.


My heart landed in your
martini on the rocks
right as you screamed,
“I said blended”
dropping
the glass to the floor
shattered

my heart beats slow
wedged between
two cubes
I felt myself
slipping away
pleaing
as you
sliced your
olive

bkmackenzie

15 comments:

  1. The Moon
    shines
    on a cat

    Meow

    My Poems

    Yours,

    - Peter Ingestad, Sweden

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  2. Thank you Menina for stopping in to my new site...I am slowly transferring alot of my pieces over from Wordpress. I am so pleased you found me and you like this piece....blessings..bkm

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  3. I've come to expect a passionate intelligent write from you, and I'm never disappointed. Incredible work.

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  4. I am dazzled by these two poems! I think they are the best you have written. Love them both!

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  5. I agree with Diane. These are amazement personified. I so love the heart landing in the martini, and being edged between two ice cubes. This sort of thing is why I embraced solitude, hee hee! Wonderful writing!

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  6. I will second what Diane T and Sherry have said. Your writing amazes me, and the last stanza of the second poem takes my breath away..

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  7. thank you all for you wonderful comments.....your words are encourgement ...bkm

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  8. a great peice as usual! loved the second half!

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  9. Bkm you are such a creative poet...i always love your poetry...this one is amazing! :-)

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  10. "as you
    sliced your
    olive"

    beautiful words, throughout.

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