response to Eve III by Cory Garcia
turning the faucet on and asking for something and out it pours, free flowing and full of color, abstract for the eye to see
the land stars blink and rise under the pale pink sky singing as they dance to the tune of each others hearts
in this globe i am alone or they are in a globe with different rules, ideas and plans no cracks get in the way
reading eyes, bleeding fingers longing for the other to put the salt back in the shaker rearranging the letters to figure the meaning of the words
a funny thing about poetry is that you can paint any mask with color and hue, of your choosi… weather belief or doubt or dare will some times make you stare
such imagery... as i was coming home this morning.… then reading the imprints you left… lightly dancing on the soft pink c… over the white horizon in the mor…
learning from history only to follow their steps as eternity rolls or calls us home
ginger carrots garlanded cilantro guest certificate generated caption grieving coins
as the hearts truth was once told on gray with red letters to match the blood spilt from it’s top, with the cap
down yonder it gracefully glides cascades of color to my surprise light on one side - confides in the corner where it hides the reflection of the shadow
i think time stop or is standing s… so still that you can’t see the wh… as the sun kisses upon your sill maybe paw prints will design the f… once again this might be a hard pi…
most definitely worth gazing into and holding on as the water pours… trying to flood the soul of the wh… the warm rays embarrassing as if t… going deep as if searching the oce…
emotions seared without heart speared like the mixing of the molecules sweat and oil pressing together distance gone with out setting a p…
we were young as we walked through… the pearly golden gates scratching our head from the dandruff attack that we breathed in
playing the notes as if they were lines fa so la so mi maybe missing a note, or off course for awhile