One of a pair of a poems, the inaugural poems from the Go Dog Go café, written from one side of the room with PoetGirlEm on the other. While we manage the time zones worlds apart, take a look at these poems by her, two of my recent favorites https://poetgirlem.wordpress.com/2017/04/11/skipping-stars/ and https://poetgirlem.wordpress.com/2017/04/15/the-unknown/. The second poem feels like the anthem of the shy ones inside the cafe and the first one takes my favorite idle time activity, skipping stones, and twists it on its cosmic head to our great reward, a fantastic intergalactic poem of love and longing! Live long and prosper, to infinity and beyond, or as my good friend The Doctor said: “There’s a lot of things you need to get across this universe. Warp drive… wormhole refractors… You know the thing you need most of all? You need a hand to hold.” — The Doctor, Season 6, Episode 6. Back to the real business of my blogging, poetry:
She reads about the history of butter,
or maybe the chemistry?
If her eyes lift up into mine,
Will the happy accident,
Accidentally inspire smoothness?
I retreat inside the coffee mug,
Hidden behind ear buds
Buried in my own Kundera.
How can I become so light in being
When this moment feels so heavy?
I want that butterfly to fly into my heart
From the pit where it mines dark coals
To warm the night with pitiable cries
I would flit and float to the flower
Sitting like an invitation by her ear.
Instead, two sticks and a cup of sugar
Brown and white, each. Stir the lumps out.
Flour and vanilla, soda and salt. Egg.
Cracked like me, my yoke in the bowl.
Add chips, I am nuts. Bake me, until sweet.
Em’s response can be found here: