Off the Vine

Don’t text me late at night
When aloneness has won the day;
When poetry swirls through my head
And darkness has muddied reason.
I might say something unexpected—
Fling poetry at you
Like overripe tomatoes
Leaving you bewildered
And covered in seeds.




Poetry by Nancy Sikora The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-10-28 at 02:57

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Nice. I write late at night too. It's the time of day when your mind is full of things. Like a child's toy box :)
2015-10-30



I like it :)
Has a very amusing charm:)
2015-10-29



Maybe, maybe, its actually a high brow test of a good friendship..
2015-10-29


countryfog
It's rare to read an utterly original and vivid simile . . . this one is.
2015-10-28


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Thear have been times
When I have wrote
Typde something
The reve has said:
''Stop writeing poetry -
'' To me! ''
Some times writeing poetry
Can be accdental!
Late at night - early in the morrow!
Or indeed past noon!
Ken D :) ;)
2015-10-28


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
AND YOURS IS RAZOR SHARP
2015-10-28


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
I like this one! Great analogy of poetry as a fighting tool; almost a weapon. The pen IS mightier than the sword!
2015-10-28


BM Barde
Nicely penned nancy... Such words 2Cover with seed, sure the strongest one, that will come 4rm whether 2say 4rm the
Left ~or~ Right part of the Heart. " i guess i will be certain wen u swing one on my left eye :):)"
2015-10-28


Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
A vine poem, if a bit seedy.
2015-10-28