Friday, April 01, 2011



A pot of tea brews
on the table
a bunch of violets in a glass
the smell of grilled bacon tints the air.
Together we watch the chickadees feed
the hawk circle.
Your lips taste of Earl Grey, mine of mint.
Your hands burn through the silk of my kimono.
A beautiful day in the neighborhood
the weatherman murmurs
and we smile.

And I recall when it wasn't so
when rising was solitary and faint
like the morning moon
and the cottage shook and chattered
with a cold, cruel wind.

Listen to me read if you wish.


kj said...
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studio lolo said...

oh, look at those violets!

Wonderful poem Suki. Very tender.♥

kj said...

try this again with the proper grammar:

suki!!! my 70 year old friend looked straight at me on new year's day and said: "I just want it one more time...."

you've written of smittened cozy love in the best possible way. very nice xoxo


YogaforCynics said...

Mmmmm...think I'm gonna go brew some tea...

Tess Kincaid said...

So sensual and evocative. Spring fever! Beautiful, Suki.

Lynn said...

Wow, love-ly.

Cris, Artist in Oregon said...

Lovely poem and flowers. You do so well with these prompts.

Jann Gougeon said...

Hi Suki . . don't have your email, but saw you mention Jan Frazier on Carole's blog.

I saw her last week-end. She was brought to Mich by a spiritual org. I had read her book. She is amazing. I'm very interested in her writing course. Is it for writers on writing or is it about writing as a spiritual tool?

my email . .

Robin said...

PASSION! Can anything replace it? NO WAY! This is steamy and so erotically evocative....

Ah, can conjure up magic images with your words!

You Enchantress!!!


♥ Robin ♥

Lisa at Greenbow said...

Those violets look good enough to eat. Your words are even sweeter.

glitz said...

Very sense-ual Suki. Taste the tea, feel the touch... I loved this piece.

Anonymous said...

Very nice. Makes me feel like prying into your love life, which is saying a lot about your poetry since I am not usually given to curiosity about others.

marianne said...

I love this concept of your words and your voice!
Beautiful poem Suki!

Annie said...

Beautiful and makes me wish I was in love (almost :-)).xoxo

Marion said...

You've struck a chord deep inside me, Suki...this is the way it was and still is, when I met Graham...warm and cozy and romantic.

Lovely poem...and I loved hearing you recite it!! And now, for some tea..

Teri and the cats of Curlz and Swirlz said...

This is sweet and lovely and are violets. Mine aren't blooming yet, nor is love...but love what spring brings