Sunday, April 10, 2011

Silent eyes

two, red petalled and string-tied
lay upon the bi-weekly
on the doorstep.

"ain't from me";
shook, the paperboy's
head, ash apple cap
over the blonde.

clueless; her thoughts
provoked illation, like
war against
uncertainity.

with airs of a lover's
pride, he walked past
her window,
unseen.

And tipped
the boy in the
apple cap.

12 comments:

Shrinky said...

Ooh, how delicious - such an air of mystery and mischief to this!

erin said...

"ain't from me";
shook, the paperboy's
head, ash apple cap
over the blonde.


this is really beautiful. i read it aloud. flows so wonderfully, whole poem, start to finish.

xo
erin

√ Honest Abe said...

Sounds like he was caught red-handed and his big eyes got him excused. Something my son, now 54, used to do in school.

ds said...

"illation"--cool word! Adds to the intrigue, and then the twist at the end. Lovely and clever. Thank you.

Jill from Killeny Glen said...

I think your paperboy's description of "ash apple cap over blonde" would be a great prompt for a drawing or painting.

Kathe W. said...

ah hah ah hah! I like this!

Áine Tierney said...

This is sweet. I like a lot.

rosaria said...

"illation"
I stopped here and drank it up. Sweet drinking.

lines n shades said...

@Shrinky - thank you :)

@Erin - happy to see you here :) thank you

@Honest Abe - ha ha :) it brought back memories?

@ds - glad you liked it :)

lines n shades said...

@Jill - hmmm...now that is a wonderful thought :)

@Kathe W - thank you :)

@Tierney - :) good to know you did.

@rosaria - yea..i like the sound of it too. thank you :)

Rose said...

Superb - a lovely write!

lines n shades said...

@Rose - thank you :) be around.