Creative Night #2
again with danielle, liam, brian and myself. and we all wrote poems only, except Liam, because he is too cool for our lowly pedantic words.
Softer (topic courtesy of Dani)
The night before held laughter.
Loud laughter.
Dinner plates were passed across,
Each tried the other's.
They walked back with clasped hands.
Enraptured.
At the wall they stopped for breath,
Throwing stones in the ocean.
Kerplunk.
Noisy in the dark night.
.
.
.
The next morning, minute changes.
Their hands still together,
But there's a pebble in his coat pocket,
And while he makes their late breakfast,
He notices that her voice
Is softer.
And for liam, because he Said he liked it, my Short poem, from brian's topic...
Whether
he felt it
she sensed it
it was time
to decide.
Softer (topic courtesy of Dani)
The night before held laughter.
Loud laughter.
Dinner plates were passed across,
Each tried the other's.
They walked back with clasped hands.
Enraptured.
At the wall they stopped for breath,
Throwing stones in the ocean.
Kerplunk.
Noisy in the dark night.
.
.
.
The next morning, minute changes.
Their hands still together,
But there's a pebble in his coat pocket,
And while he makes their late breakfast,
He notices that her voice
Is softer.
And for liam, because he Said he liked it, my Short poem, from brian's topic...
Whether
he felt it
she sensed it
it was time
to decide.