Evoking
the taste of red tomatoes
at meal times
in the empty solitude
of an afternoon
mentally wondering
while wandering
through yesterday’s memories.
A captive mind
entangled
as the past erupts
from a crowded room
and reflections
from a sightless night
shimmer
under an arch of cerulean blue.
Fabulous Ken, beautifully written.
Thanks Jack.
I hve found this issometimes a good past time others it can be deadly. a well done piece ken!
Thanks Katherine.
What a lovely poem.. visual, full of emotion, nicely compressed..not one word wasted.
really very nice
-lynne-
Thank you for a wonderful review.
Lovely, Ken. I enjoy your poetry tremendously. Every time I write wonder in a line, I’m tempted to wander in the next one. We share that notion. Side note: I want a tomato…an old fashioned, flavorful tomato now…
I was a line that appeared in my mind out
of the blue. I like tomatoes too, but not exclusively. Thanks for your inspiring comments.
I guess I owe a vote of thanks to my subconscious mind. It works so hard for me – alien territory in some respects. No control over it!
Reblogged this on Scotia Nightpoetry and commented:
We’ve all had days like this..I hope..
Thank you for your comments, and the reblog. I feel a bit like an old tire.
wow!
Thank you Sharmishtha.