I’d Like to Keep Laughing. {poetry}
I’d like to keep laughing.
Can we turn that serious soundtrack down a little?
Turn it on when we want to.
Browsing Tag:
Brittany Connors
Color Collecting. {poetry}
She’d rest the thing in her cushioned lap
as the sun was setting --
as it kissed its way
down the perfect slope of the Earth --
and she’d whisper to us,
Her eyes sealed in slits of reverie,
“I’m color collecting.”
I Fell in Love with a Stranger. {poetry}
And she was just like any stranger.
Maybe.
We Were Walkers. {poetry}
We stood still,
silent
and lulled by the play
of the waves chasing each other
and heated
by the electrical current of the fog coming in
and the change
it seemed to be bringing us.
We were walkers.
Our Field of Blush. {poetry}
You and I dancing around one another,
two tops spinning,
spattering lust
in hues of red rouged rosy blush.
Ever the Newborn Foal. {poetry}
I shifted one more time
feet stumbling
ever the newborn foal that I was.
I Am Flown. {poetry}
I am flown past images:
finned things playing in ocean-filled buildings.
Hunting down Bambi. {poetry}
He invited me once
to sit in his deer blind with him
and he had to have known
what kind of hunter I’d be.
Let the Moonlight Guide Me Instead. {poetry}
She didn’t know that at night
I’d creep out of my bed
and let the moonlight guide me instead.
The Wings You Keep Tucked Away. {poetry}
Your wings you keep tucked away,
Folded in on themselves in preparation
for aviation and some great unknown
that is only hinted at on full moons.