Every thing by far
First kiss,
Was not a lot.
Not so much at all.
Not a storybook production.
Not by far.
There was no proclaims of adoring.
No wows of endless love.
No confessions of hidden feelings.
No flatter in a song.
There had been no rainbow.
No Fireworks.
No song birds.
No music in the back.
Just a dinner with the rest.
A bowl of soup.
A river and a quarter moon.
Just a kiss.
There had been no frigid silence.
No rigid conversations.
There had been no ember blushes,
Or stolen sideway glances.
No shock.
No un-sureness.
Nor feeling of belonging.
No speeches.
No hidden thoughts.
Just a sunset in the see.
A cup of bad tea.
A hug and a handshake.
Just a kiss.
There had been no heartache.
No angst.
No sadness.
No memories.
There had been no flowers.
No gems or jewels.
No gifts of any kind.
Just a song.
A dance.
A string and a cord.
Just a kiss.
There had been no tears.
No angry words.
There had been no heated battle.
No teasing.
No manipulating.
There had been no chase.
No sudden reaction.
No explanation.
Just a walk among paths.
A talk among trees.
A casted shadow and a turtle-duck pond.
Just a kiss.
There was no need for that.
There was no need at all.
It was as plain for them to see.
To see beyond and far.
In the sun and in the ocean.
In their eyes and in their actions.
In their words of the weather
And the memories of their separate lives.
In the different colors.
In the way they were still the same.
In the shine off the stars and the shape of the clouds.
In the blue of the sky and the black of the soot.
In the palm of a hand.
In a lock of a hair.
In a story.
In a weed.
In a crumple of bread.
In a blink.
In a tick.
In the rest of the cake.
In the last of the wine.
It was not a lot of things.
Not that much at all.
But everything left to say.
It left everything by far.
And there you have it! This is my first poem in english I'm almoste happy with. Wrighting poems in english is a pain.
It wasn't supose to rime but somehow my poems always endup doing so. I just let it. I stoped trying to fix it a long time ago. (Not that I have anything agains rimeing, I love rimes. This one just wasn't suppose to.)
I hope you got all my medephors in this, there are quite a few. Many of the seence can come from the shows but some are from a story I'm wringhting.
Reviews wecomed, tell me what you think. Flames not feered, they keep me warm.