Lost in Azure
last night’s rain
puddles
‘midst the chaos of construction
trapped on-site
as if abandoned by the waters of earth
it shoulders its way to the culvert
in search of mother sea
this day begins
dewy and crisp
bird songs echo empty sunrise streets
lover and beloved
we sit by the morning window
with tea
and curiosity.
we talk
in this moment
our souls spill
one into the other
until I am distracted
your lips continue sculpting words
but I’ve fallen
deep into your eyes
lost in azure
~ ~ ~
rob kistner © 2018
Rob–how wonderful to see, to read about, that old spark, those splinters of hope that you habitually spewed like a dandelion in the wind. You had me at /it shoulders its way to the culvert/in search of mother sea/.
Glenn, glad you enjoyed this. It is so great to again find a comment from you here on Image & Verse – 😉 – it has been a few years! Got a new pacemaker so I think those years of failing health that took me out of the game are behind me. Hope you are doing well…
What a wonderful way… a breakfast together is so much more intimacy than any other meal.
Breakfast together I find to be a gentle intimacy that includes a strong ingredient of friendship. Lovers and friends, perhaps the most fulfilling human relationship, because of its fragility… 🙂
Soo gorgeous ???????????? Love this especially; “bird songs echo empty sunrise streets”… ?
Thank you Sanaa, I am truly pleased this resonated for you… 🙂 Thank you for visiting and commenting.
Shit its not showing emoticons ..
I know Sanaa – Shit is right! This is a custom site riding on the WordPress architecture and just started this random weird emoji rejection. I am trying to figure it out… sorry… ;-(
Nice sound in these lines: “with tea
and curiosity.”
Thank you Frank. This has been abandoned unfinished for a while. Got motivated to complete and share it. I am pleased you enjoyed it… 🙂
I like that first image a lot, of the water puddling on a building site and shouldering its way to the ocean.
Glad that worked for you Jane… 🙂 I was concerned that the use of the word “puddles” as a verb and not a noun might confuse, that is why I put it on its own separate line, to call people’s attention to it.
It’s sensual in the way one sense prevails over another. It’s realistic also. It’s subtle and intimate.
I am pleased you enjoyed this Jade… 🙂
Your poem reflects something I have long admired and that is the inherent dignity and nobility of the human spirit in each and every one of us, no matter how well hidden it may sometimes be. Thankyou.
I am not sure how my “Lost In Azure” does that for you Roslyn, but I am glad it does… 🙂
I like the great images your poem portrays!
Thank you Dwight… :-). I put an emphasis on creating visuals with this one, so I am pleased!
Tony Bourdain said, fixing breakfast for someone…nothing could be nicer. This poem has a smiley feel good feeling about it. Lost in azure indeed.
Thank you Toni, I am glad you enjoyed it… 🙂
Beautiful words, Rob. Here in CA the air is bad from the fires and people are wearing masks including me. I was wondering, how could I tell people are smiling and then it became apparent. By watching their eyes.
Ah, this is lovely in its tone and its sweet, sweet feeling. I really liked this bit: “bird songs echo empty sunrise streets”. It makes one want to live that experience. 🙂
How wonderful that you were drawn into the scene HA. Pleased it resonated so strongly for you… 🙂
I love the way your poem started with puddles of last night’s rain and ended with a fall into azure eyes. I also love the description of a day that ‘begins dewy and crisp’ and with tea by the window.
I actually used the word “puddles” as a verb of action, not a noun of thing – though the action of one begets the other. just playing with the context! I am very pleased you liked this piece. kim… 😉
‘Our souls spill’ is so evocative and romantic. Thanks!
Pleased you liked it Reena… 🙂
Love your word imagery!
Well I love you Mary Hood for loving my word imagery, thank you so very much… :-)). Thiswas fun to write. It is actually memory of waking up with my wife in a bed & breakfast in Cannon Beach, on the Oregon Coast. They were building a brand new extension onto beautiful little house down close to the beech. It had rained the night before. This is the scene recalled from my memory.
Wow! Such a perfect blend of sensory imagery that drew me (an obtrusive third party?) into that room with you. I was a witness to both your observations and your relating
Your so kind Victoria, thank you… :-). You were certainly invited in to this shared experience, and I am pleased you enjoyed it…
…rob
Such fine imagery here Rob, It reminded me (because I’d been reading) of the line from The Comedy of Errors…
“I to the world am like a drop of water / That in the ocean seeks another drop…”
I appreciate your gracious compliment Peter… 🙂
Interesting comparison of the similarity of the essence in the reading of those.
Oh what a wonderful memory of sweet azure pools, thank you for sharing this with us so delicately and deliciously.
You are welcome Lona, thank you for your gracious words… 🙂
the liquidity of the visuals goes down so well with the flow of your words from puddles to the depth of blue – lovely contrast too between the intimacy and the surrounding landscape of construction and empty streets
p.s. thank you for your heartfelt comment on my post
Thank you Laura… :-). You are in my thoughts. Ut sana cor tuum! (may your heart heal)
You have captured a sweet and wonderful moment. Thanks for your active participation in our dVerse prompts.
Please note that for OpenLinkNight, that only 1 poem per poet is allowed (its written in the post). You have posted 3, smiles. Let us know which poem you would like to leave and we will delete the 2 others in Mr. Linky. Thanks.
I don’t care Grace. Maybe leave “Lost in Azure”? Seems to be getting the most play. Didn’t know there were rules, sorry. I just write, share, and read other’s work. 🙂
Okay. It is only for OLN. At other days, you can link as many poems as you like. Have a good weekend.
Got it…;-). You have a good one too Grace…
Sigh. You have set my romantic heart aflutter, with this poem, Rob. To blessed like this, is to be truly touched by a higher spirit.
Thank you so much Therisa, I am pleased this piece moved you… 🙂