Walking I am
Following your scent
Through the lane of heart
But never I do courage to see you
On the leaves of autumnal trees
I drew your footsteps
I mixed there the light of the full moon,
The rosy fragrance, the petals of
Night Jasmine, the Romanee-Conti
But never I do courage to offer you
My heart
No eye on your eyes
No staring at your poetic breaths
No whispers in your rhythmic silence
But I do courage always to make fly my birds
Here I feel
An impossible sky of the lonely lover
But I do not forlorn my love as a failure
©Mahtab Bangalee
11th January, 2025
Categories:
conti, lonely, love,
Form: Free verse
a 1945 bottle of Romanée-Conti, a
telephone booth in london, a rouge
sunflower, a covered bridge in green
river, vt, a basket of juicy ripe tomatoes,
a branch of cherries bearing down as
ornaments, apples bearing all shades
thereof, autumn barberries, tori’s hair
after clairol torrid torch crimson &
clinique’s sebastian potion no. 9 has
been applied, color of the sky at
night if a sailor is delighted, color of
the girl’s hood who was warned of the
BIG BAD WOLF’s sexual appetite, a
little wheelbarrow of the same pigment,
carrie’s body drenched in pig’s blood
at the prom, bricks, cardinals, ladybugs,
hester prynne’s letter A sewn, rome’s
god of war & the planet of that same
hue, the attractive choice of a 1000 logos,
m. fox’s matte red lips, bunnicula’s eyes,
chomsky’s necktie & the nose of many a
clown.
Categories:
conti, life, autumn, planet,
Form: Free verse