Is There a Theme to Life?
Perhaps a polka dot scenario,
like spots behind closed lids
where breath is held
waiting for a sensual touch
that takes too long to hatch.
Maybe life is a banana,
smooth curves,
spongy flesh,
akin to hips
fatigued from bearing genes.
Or a boat afloat on stormy blue,
one-sided love smashed on rocks,
passion churned on congealed froth
like cold cappuccino
sour and clotted.
Is life just divided light?
Fragments of transparency,
vague prisms,
dust and space.
And what of a tree?
Anxiety scraped into kernels,
branches stacked with homely nests
the nearest we get to domestic bliss.
Life could be a pumpkin patch:
running amok,
overladen,
except for Halloween.
Thoughts turn to purple grapes
in the midst of fermentation,
tannin mistakes aging in oak.
Shall we settle on chi?
The inner self half empty
with the hiss of past lovers,
half full of bubbly promises.
Does that mean life is a fizz?
- © Barbara De Franceschi 2021
Barbara De Franceschi refers to herself as an arid zone poet from Broken Hill. Besides three collections of poetry, her work has been published widely in Australia, in other countries, on-line and featured on national and regional radio.
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