she stares at him
elbows akimbo and
painfully pointed, as
white alabaster shall
shatter to tiny tinkling
shards of heartsong
he doesn’t notice,
yet if never, how it
feels to desire, aching
for words; arms bent
to work longer, those
urgent cows in kilts
piano sails fast clipper
lingers on guitar strum
dishwasher humming
wet wipers swish back
and forth; passengers
on dismal carousel ride
A free verse surrealistic poem for dVerse Poetics.
a poem in my pocket 
Nov 20, 2019 @ 21:37:37
Nice last line about that carousel ride.
Nov 21, 2019 @ 22:04:52
Thanks, Frank…glad you like the ending!
Nov 20, 2019 @ 21:12:46
Sometimes we get like this as we age… life itself becomes surreal to both parties!
Nov 21, 2019 @ 22:04:14
Ha, like living in a Degas painting!
Nov 20, 2019 @ 15:45:42
aching for words…desires have such tangents, this captures them perfectly. (K)
Nov 21, 2019 @ 22:02:16
thanks, K
Nov 20, 2019 @ 14:08:50
The sounds in this is very special… but most of all the cows in kilt
Nov 20, 2019 @ 14:42:50
Thanks, Bjorn…the thought makes me smile.
Nov 20, 2019 @ 07:57:22
There is an aura of sadness surrounding this poem. The last stanza is stunning.
Nov 20, 2019 @ 08:09:45
Yes, definitely a sad write…thanks for the prompt and your comment, Linda.
Nov 20, 2019 @ 08:10:16
Thank you for joining in!
Nov 20, 2019 @ 07:14:03
most especially loving that last stanza and all the musical sounds within this!
Nov 20, 2019 @ 08:08:35
So glad you like it, Lillian!
Nov 20, 2019 @ 01:30:06
I like the musical surrealism of this poem, Lynn, especially the ‘tiny tinkling
shards of heartsong’ and the ‘dishwasher humming’.
Nov 20, 2019 @ 08:08:00
Thanks for listening to the music, Kim 🙂