Friday, October 10, 2008

Serenity

Rustling leaves --
Cubes of ice,
Clinking in the tumbler --
Golden and smooth.

14 comments:

don't be emily said...

it's evocative. not an october poem, for me, at any rate

William Michaelian said...

The word “golden” points to fall. But of course it can also be heard as a sound. Summer, fall, either way — the poem would make a nice postcard.

don't be emily said...

Ha--never thought of it that way. I was imagining the contents of the tumbler to be golden...

~im just only me~ said...

perhaps i should have said "(whiskey) tumbler"... that's how i had it written... couldnt decide...

William Michaelian said...

Rustling leaves,
cubes of ice,
already whiskey-colored.

Whiskey is a nice word . . .

don't be emily said...

Except today, suddenly, it sounds like "whiskers" to me...unusual, because it has always sounded so beautiful,and has suddenly become comic for no apparent reason...sorry...don't know where that came from.

~im just only me~ said...

perhaps it makes you grow whiskers.... William...?

William Michaelian said...

I’m trying to think of something clever to say about shaved ice.

O! Sailor said...

shaved ice and whiskey colored whiskers... now there's an idea

Mother of Perseus said...

sorry, wrong login >_<

~im just only me~ said...

lol hmmm... maybe "Summer Serentity"... then youd have to guess the "golden and smooth" part :P


p.s. "gistew"... used in a sentence: "Sometimes your poetry is...gist ...ew...."

William Michaelian said...

Ha! — “gist ew wait, kid.”

don't be emily said...

Cassie, I want this painted beautifully on a piece of old barn wood and finished to hang outside on the patio under the pole beans (that are going to grow there) this summer.

~im just only me~ said...

You do, do you? lol