Oyster by Bradd HowardI wore my pearls
and opened up
soft pink lines to cross
and scribble on.
breathing underwater
but what's the use when the bubbles don't stop?
an enigma, an anemone
a hypen, a dash
an apology
but my lips
at the sound of your voice
clammed shut 09/27/2005 Author's Note: very very rough... just first thoughts down on paper
Posted on 09/28/2005 Copyright © 2024 Bradd Howard
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Paul Marino on 09/28/05 at 03:43 AM i love these thoughts bradd. you should do this more often. |
Posted by Lauren Singer on 09/28/05 at 08:14 PM the ending makes this poem memorable. the perils of affection, eh? beautiful |
Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 09/30/05 at 12:42 PM the last stanza feels very very familiar in my life... great start, could be finished if you wanted even... but if you delve further, be sure to let me know. awesome stuff! |
Posted by Frankie Sanchez on 10/02/05 at 09:59 PM love it. please enhance it, expand it... these are some really intriguing thoughts. nicely done. |
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