Polyester Blend

Sheets wrinkled by laced fingers;

your scent trapped within the threads

I inhale deeply.

 

Moonlight drips through fragmented blinds;

cracked glass ushers in the cicada hum

that drums on in hopeful melodies.

 

Sometimes, when we run our

hands along these covers

in the dark,

static sparks crackle like fireworks

and our laughter dangles in the air for days.

 

The warmth of memories envelop me

and settle into the cracks of these wine red walls.

They hang like priceless artwork

among polyester blend and pressed wood.

Author's Note

Any and all notes are welcomed. I especially appreciate constructive criticism.

Reviews

[Ezra Mazzaroth]

This was well written. I liked it.
I noticed some internal rhymes, which are always a pleasant surprise.

The 7th line is longer than the rest. Why not cut it after "hands"? It wouldn't bother the rhythm too much.

Besides that I think the poem was executed well. The imagery is beautiful.

[Kyla Ford]

Hadn't noticed that! Definitely a good note. Thanks for the kind words.

[Relic]

In essence, the romantic partner can become a part of us. They linger in our heads days after we've touched.

Your detail is impressive.

[John the Baptist]

This one doesn't seek to make a statement or a philosophy, only to capture a moment. It succeeds in doing this very well. The use of imagery here is very effective, especially in verse 2. It puts us right in the middle of things in the now. Well done.

[Kyla Ford]

Thank you for your kind words.