is a walking hyacinth
drenched in shades of mauve.
Her pearls are the size of golf balls
and her lavender scent is thick
as bathroom spray.
Her hair, stacked and swirled
into black wasp nests
sits two hives high.
Gnarled knuckles rummage
inside her lilac crochet handbag.
She uncaps lipstick and smears
mulberry frost on lips
thin as spaghetti.
My lips mimic hers.
I smack and stretch
then roll them […]
waves
of washes
on mottled paper
shallows of
insurgent
sighs
lines
defiling
implicit horizons
oceans exploring
the shores of
forms
dreams
of the seas
at the tips of bristles
vision listens to
whispers of
brushes
wishes
and washes
waves overlapping
worlds, underwater
often spills
ove
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~ Mark Wyman
Mark Wyman is busy living in Calgary, has travelled extensively and had poems published in England, Thailand and in e-zines on the www.
rhymes around us
not heroic, but acrostic vowel sounds
lapping and release
holding you in my arms at night
in sighs and love, as the diphthong in
sail
a heavy-rusted-chain
absolutely anchored in
the seabed
tightening kerning before we sleep
interlocking fingers, diving
deeper
~ Mark Wyman
Mark Wyman is busy living in Calgary, has travelled extensively and had poems published in England, Thailand and in e-zines on […]
I sit on the dockobserve a silent
love affairas two loons trollfor insectsa mid afternoon snackshe infronthe behind
She submerges fullyhe and I waitexpectantlyWhen she surfacessome distance awayhe rushes to her side
Wimp I thinkget a backboneforge ahead
This ritual ofdivewait […]
