A ROMANCE AND WINE LEFT UNTOUCHED
Better Left Unsaid
Honesty is always the best policy, but in a relationship that doesn't mean to share everything. We all have a few secrets that are better left unsaid; for example, some of those savory tales of past girlfriends or boyfriends.
Today's poem is about such an unwise disclosure; but perhaps I have said too much, I think every poem should have a bit of mystery and allow the reader to use their imagination, have their own interpretation.
An Unplanned Departure
Note: To this point I haven't commented on the art I create for each poem, so let's change that. I usually begin Abode Photoshop and collage a few images from the poem. I will often use filters for effects, then I import the image into Adobe illustrator and begin to work with other colors and shapes. I have no specific rules that I follow, other than create a unified piece that represents the poem.
The Confession
On a table with Florentine plates
are the remains of paprika quail.
Chianti dulls undisturbed.
Rolled in the rills of parsley sheets,
the woman has fallen asleep.
Cool midnight air suppresses
the gossip of oaks.
A shear curtain flutters.
He calls for a cab then waits
in the street. A flicker of light
burns in her window.
The taxi door cries as it opens.
The driver, a muttering priest,
inquires, where to?
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Very nice work. Thank you!
Thank you, I am always thrilled when people read and enjoy my work. Best to you and your writing as well, I always enjoy what you have to say.
Paprika, gossipy oaks and the crying doors. I could see colour and hear your poem- add some odour and it would have been a smorgasbord for the senses.
Thanks @cath-xx, one of my goals in writing is to engage the reader's senses, make them feel they are present if only as an unseen observer, I think you feel likewise. All the Best.