Evergreen
To form words from your lips
is to to study a tongues waterfall
whilst two love-birds bathe in its spray.
Whatever it is you are saying is lost to the
hypnosis of lipstick and the tremble of flesh.
It is clear they are words of happiness
this I read by the follow-through smile.
Compare this to those half moon eyes
of irritation, and that freshly-trenched frown
when you stumble upon the toilet
seat agape, or unearth sweat-crusted socks,
hidden beneath the old oak clock.
I once read of a farmer who claimed to gauge
the next days weather simply by
watching the behaviour of cattle.
I mesaure the success of a song
by the way it free's you from yourself
how your arms loosen into maddened
snakes and those stiff hips
become bone free. For years I envied
the past loves, those who basked in
the breeze of your post sex chatter
or the libety in your shower song.
But language is an Evergreen-
constant in its ability to surprise.
Wow, a brilliant piece of writing. Each stanza is Evergreen !,Maggie
Fantastic write Vince - - containing a medley of reasons why you are a master of the slanty-eyed look at life and love that the real poet needs . So good to have your work posted here on P.F. This is yet another treasure. Bookmarked.
Isn't it funny that when you are steeped in adoration, the words from the lips of the one your heart desires fall on deaf ears, firing so many other senses instead: "Whatever it is you are saying is lost to the/ hypnosis of lipstick and the tremble of flesh." says it perfectly, and this stunning poem imortalises those feelings beautifully. These words are 'Evergreen' indeed.