There are sets of different wares lying all over the premises
documented tablets and muli functional services
colors to match the walls that match the curtains that are in theme with the dinner napkins
pressure builds inside my head at all the different shades of light that lie to me
champagne glasses and rolled up candy ciggarettes that whisper
promises that touch my lips and seem to temporarily release the steam that rises like the sun
just as faithfully as the day turns to night
it breaks over my knee a black blanket of silhouettes expanding across the mirror of an endless ocean night
above my head
the stars glare and hold onto my breath
Your projection of the visual through words interests me so that I think, does your visual art do the opposite? I like the stars holding onto your breath - I can kind of feel it holding on to mine too.
even though often "laying" might be used for better sound..and we can say poetic license...
"lying" sounds better and is correct...well sorry jazmine, didn't mean to get into a grammar lesson...
nature is so real...this poem speaks to me of that...but the beginning is something i relate to...that part speaks to me of appearances and perceptions...i grew up with a mother who worried so much about that...how people perceive us...how we always have to put out the best front...but i think just being natural is best...just being ourselves...not being aloof and all proper...everything doesn't perfectly match...