I tried writing a bunch of couplets, just for fun. Silly, really.
On first love:
Pockets full of chocolate, head full of juvenile questions.
Feet springing to fresh autumn tunes and eyes brimming with adoration.
On saturday mornings:
Clear gold puddles of sunshine, splattered across once cold burrows of stone
Legs crossed under a dog-eared comic, while my tongue fondles an ice-cream cone.
On secrets and gossip:
Cross your heart and swear to die, ah, I see that sly glint in your eyes.
Come, let me whisper in your ear, lets just call this a slip of tongue, there.
On holding hands:
Warm fingers enclose chilly ones, tighten the gates of their promises.
Ankle-deep in auburn leaves, we waltz through the streets of paradise.
On dust:
Simple but fine, your flakes of fancy, drool over the moist skin of the world.
Washed down by the rain, you rise again, your billows of finery unfurled.
On perfumed conversations:
That afternoon your fragrance, wafted to me, stirring in my head a suppressed uproar.
It charged at me, spread-eagle, like the claws of a hungry wave on it beloved shore.
1 comment:
Wow, this is new. I have to tell you that smaller poems have a lot less effect on me compared to longer ones, mainly because there's less stuff to immerse myself in, hence the relatively short comment, my apologies. All that aside, these couplets are cute, that's the only word i can think of to encapsulate them right now, when I read them it's like they're being sung to me in the same tune as "ring o' ring o' roses". That's how cute they are. I can detect hints of the pretty phrases that you usually use in your longer poems here - "tighten the gates of their promise", "feet springing to autumn tunes", etc. They make these couplets that much more precious and personal, and flowery. The insight into your Saturday afternoon, the intentionally childish and fickle couplet about gossip, all of these along with the mere size of these little wet daisies of poetry all contribute to the warmth and the welcome feeling of insignificance that accompany a light skim over these couplets. I prefer your longer poems to these though, only because there's more to drown in. Your two line long ode to dust was amusing, did you intend it to be satirical?
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