A concrete tongue lisps
a path between my house
and the road — licks
stalks of grass springing up
outside its grey mouth — laps
at rain puddles quenching thirst
on its way to the Big City
Category Archives: Exercise
Exercise — Five Senses of a Coffee Cup
Sight: black, glossy, round,
Touch: curved, warm, sleek, hollow on top
Smell: french vanilla, French Silk coffee
Hear: silence
Taste: sweet, vanilla, coffee
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In our warm silence
you hold the mysteries
of my french vanilla day
Will it be curved and aromatic?
or will it be glossy and hollow?
I lean in to your French Silk roundness
and lift your blackness to my lips
drinking in your sweet coffee.
My day is set.
Green Pepper Jelly on Hard-crusted Bread
In the fashion of Ezra Pound, I present my three line poem, whereas the title is the first line.
Green Pepper Jelly on Hard-Crusted Bread
spicy sweet
spread back in time to you
spread back in time to you
© 2013 Lori Carlson
An Exercise in Imagery
Prompt: Color Personified
The House of My Childhood Wept
The house of my childhood wept —
inside, blue tears ran down paneled walls
a precise pool converged on sofa and chairs
All blue — smokey skies adorned the floor
down the hallway and up the stairs
inside, blue tears ran down paneled walls
a precise pool converged on sofa and chairs
All blue — smokey skies adorned the floor
down the hallway and up the stairs
Momma sat in her blue room
overcome by it —
loneliness bathed her in periwinkle
she inhaled and exhaled
breathing in the saltiness of Navy
One day Alice blue came to visit
and stayed —
she was subtle, barely noticeable
this house so blue
And she slithered down Momma’s body
settling between her toes
Momma was engulfed in blue
Alice whispered, just let go
With Momma’s last breath, Alice lingered upon her lips
And the house of my childhood wept
A Whispered Wind 