Obviously

Obviously

by Annette Bowman

 

Words go beyond…

the contrast of

black and white.

 

Tough rats.

Said the cats,

When the vermin walked away.

 

The lover pondered the beloved’s words.

Tumbling in a tangle

Like twisted sheets

The morning after.

Multihued,

symphonically toned,

words.

Salty, sour,

Spicy, bitter….

Grabbing you by

your “frontal lobes”.

Total penetration.

If ya know what I mean.

 

Sweet?

 

Cotton candy

Is just dandy.

Said the teen with no teeth.

 

“You had me at hello.”

 

Oh, so coyly flirting there.

Rocking the world,

tickling a fancy,

teasing with mystery,

seducing with one first opening line.

KA-POW!

 

“I care about you.”

Bend and pray.

Said the priest today,

To the sinner who escaped.

 

“That means a lot.”

 

Make me hurl.

Said the matchstick girl

When the Mercedes drove away.

 

A friend put on glasses

and suddenly could see

the leaves out of the green

on the tree.

And the words

Were clear.

 

“Say what you mean and mean what you say.”

Jane Was An Open Book

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Jane Was An Open Book

by Annette Bowman (that’s me!)

Jane was an open book.

At night when it was time to sleep, she was folded and laid to the side.

She dreamt in dark compression

of being lovingly gazed upon,

Read,

and comprehended.

Her complexities would show through

By virtue of her subtext.

Her beauty lay in the lilt of her words.

She had such ideas!

 

The one who held her every night,

Became mesmerized…

By a Reality show

featuring twelve people.

Only one could be the winner.

He returned her to the shelf.

 

Years passed.

Jane waited to be re-opened,

Grew dusty.

Would she ever feel the warmth of hands?

Eyes upon her?

Or would mice nibble her edges?

Worms eat her?

Her words never diminished.