“Love Is A Can Of Peaches” by Apryl Skies

Handing out heartfelt
like tires for swings

Poetry is not novelty
nor poverty
but every grain
of beauty and sadness
that rests in between

I dream of you
where sun touches morning
and gentle stars retreat

I see you
where soul crisps on the edge
of a fiery football Sunday
where cursing is excused
(even for me)

Who cares what the neighbors think?

I place my fingers
into the softness of flour
and produce a perfect
homemade pizza dough

A dirty dishrag
lies limply
on the kitchen counter
and this is my love song.

From A Song Beneath Silence

by Apryl Skies

(©2009)

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2 comments

  1. lkthayer · September 10, 2011

    “Poetry is not novelty
    nor poverty
    but every grain
    of beauty and sadness
    that rests in between”
    Amazing Apryl, I love your writing
    you are a true poet! Welcome to
    The Juice Bar! 🙂

  2. Apryl Skies · September 11, 2011

    Thanks so much! Love this site and grateful to be a part of it. 🙂

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