Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Crumbs and leftovers


You are contagious
like a rainy day. Like November
soaks thru my clothes,
my skin. Dip deeper, trickle

in the caverns of my hearth.


On the bus
I took the seat behind you.

I comb your curls around
the curves of your face.


You unfold wonders :
this land of burning sand
and meadowgreen.

an infectious smile
the cinnamon skin.

More food poems here.


Paul said...

There's a beautiful wistful tone in this poem, rain on the window, that feeling of loneliness and longing it bring. Beautiful and evocative, modern and classical.

Julie said...

Beautiful!! I love the idea of a person being "contagious," like November soaking through a coat. This is really wonderful.

Annamari said...

Paul and Julie,

Thank you.

November rain has a way of getting under your skin -not necessarily in a good way.
So are sometimes people we let in our minds (and souls) and they become a presence that influences our lives, not in a good way though…

Crafty Green Poet said...

contagious rain and cinnamon skin, lovely combination. I know exactly the kind of rain you mean too,

Annamari said...

thank you, Juliet.
though I did not want to imply that the cinnamon skin caused the contagious rain...

Chris Never said...

Personally, I really liked the ending of this piece

"an infectious smile
the cinnamon skin."

very nice

anthonynorth said...

Beautifully worded.

Raven's Wing Poetry said...

I understand why this person is contagious. Beautiful write.

The Nobleman


Annamari said...

Thank you for visiting. I have to admit that I am a fool for cinnamon(skin, smell, peeler)
Anthony and Nicole
thank you

Jason Gusmann said...

this was very sensual, esp. the first stanza, in the best sense of the word. good stuff.

Annamari said...

thank you. I appreciate. The first is the one I worked on longer ...

James said...

I really like "caverns of my hearth" - nice wordplay. Lovely piece, and like the other commenters, I also the image of November soaking through the clothes.

Annamari said...

thank you James.
after all this nice comments I'm starting to like the first "crumb" more and more too..:)

throwshiswords said...

I love this kind of "disjoint", ambiguous imagery -- "contagious like a rainy day", "caverns of my hearth", "burning sand and meadowgreen" -- that gets the reader out of the ruts of their expectations so they can see things in a new way. Very nicely done!

maekitso said...

A very lovely series, Annamari. The second piece conjures an especially fascinating image of fantasy and desire.

Annamari said...

thank you for reading so throughly and for your comments.I am always happy when people like my attempts to play with words and images...
thank you for noticing the second poem as well. I think each of us sat behind a stranger on the bus and felt attracted and had some fantasies about that person...