Flashpoints
What is it that your mind sees,
Flashpoints on these thoughts of me.
My sundress dancing in the wind,
Laughter that I can’t hold in.
Brown curls that fall across my face,
In the morning light with grace.
Lips speak softly at your ear,
With my neck turned, I pull you near.
Soft fingertips run down your arms,
Relinquishing my girlish charms.
A daisy placed into my hand,
Just to see me smile again.
What tells me that these thoughts are true,
Flashpoints on these thoughts of you.
Your strengthened back from nature’s tow,
The gentle kindness your eyes show.
The confidence in your embrace,
From calloused hands, a subtle grace.
Such yawning thoughts your mind brings forth,
And off my heart, they echo more.
A sturdy face that speaks sincere,
Yet softly smiles to pull me there.
A penny placed into your hand,
Just to hear your thoughts again.
On these good things we’re sure to trust,
Flashpoints on these thoughts of us.
Genevieve Hoskey
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I love the contrasts in your pairs. Callused hands and subtle grace, a sturdy face with soft smiles. Very cool. My favorite pair was the second to last one. That's an awesome word picture. You write some really awesome poetry.
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I like that line too- thanks! You got just what I was trying to convey, and that is so rewarding. Big smile!
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beautiful post...such intimacy in your lines in how you see each other and relate.
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Brian, thank you so much for stopping by and for your thoughtful comment. I hope you stop by again! I intend to stop by WaystationOne and do some more reading on your blog- I love how you portray children with such fun and honest descriptions.
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