THE TASTE OF SYNONYM
The odor of stale beer danced
with the steel blue smoke,
while Ska beats filled the air
with electricity.
As the room filled,
a thousand words spoke
all at once, loudly,
making it seem like a small riot.
Amidst the noise of confusion
and polemical anticipation,
I saw you stare.
You came at me with tight jeans,
a feminine sway,
and a slightly ruby smile.
You came at me
like an afternoon thunderstorm
with lips tasting of cinnamon- synonyms
and dark brown eyes.
But it was in the symmetry of nuance
and the way you nestled easily
within the folds of my arms;
the way faded jeans and
oft washed flannel shirt
felt like home.
It was in the symmetry of morning delights,
of your creamy antonyms
melting on my tongue, that inspired
as I explored your perfumed valleys,
roamed your mountain tips.
And I went to you in simile,
with a smile that said:
I walk no longer in shadow,
but in the moonlight of your eyes.
I went to you
with Neruda on my lips
and Enigma as my guide,
singing the Blues in Haiku tones,
painted as inquisitive whys.
I came at you
with poetry in my heart
and your synonymous taste on my lips.
I came at you
like gentle summer sips
of sonnet-flavored rain.
You came at me in synonyms;
and I replied with cinnamon and rhyme:
come, speak to me of time,
art,
and the rhythm of the night sky
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Very clever, for starters. And you carried the story theme along so well. It’s a read for creative thinkers who wanna frolic. LOL
It isn’t so trippy that I couldn’t stay with it. Great write.
Frolic away, my friend! I am glad you enjoyed the read, Styxian, it is always good to see you on one of my poems.
Not trippy at all. Beautiful and captivating.
And Enigma was one of my all-time favorite groups in the 90’s.
Hi ValuptasUnholyWhisper!!! If that is you in the avatar (photo), it is nice to see your smiling face, and welcome to my poetic garden. And it is my pleasure to have “captivated” you.
perhaps you might also like Deep Forest, and Enya? These are some of my “trippy” musical treats from the 90’s. I’m listening to Enya’s “Watermark” as I type this reply.
Anyway, I love when you visit, thank you for time and words.
I used to love Enya as well. Never heard of Deep Forest.
Yes, this is me in the photo.
You’re always so sweet to me. Thank YOU.
It’s my pleasure to read you.
The places this one took me…You held this one on the crest of wave after wave of poetic brilliance. It was the faded tight jeans that locked me in and kept me rolling with it
Hi Willow! This poem, its internal mix of emotion is one of the poems I am most proud of. While it is a play on words, it is also the way “faded jeans and flannel shirt”, makes it more real, more conversational. I am glad you noticed this and more that you got hooked by it and brought you deeper into the poem. Thank you!