Eightyeight
String of shimmering pearls
Black and white trembling
For the divers touch but not afraid
And who holds the keys
Musky lover
Caressed by a million hands before me
Ravaged by strong and slight
Petulant playful
Coiled energy poised to strike
Every sinew quivering with anticipation
And who holds the keys
Dark sepulcher-ossuary to dusty bones and souls forgotten
Voices of giants screaming “release”
And who holds the keys only 88
Just a few bits of wood and metal really
Stitched together by strings
Of time………… nothing more……… but everything
Waiting patiently to play
Watercolor Dream
Tried to paint a beautiful sunset
With words……………..
(iridescent turquoise tinged with indigo swirling about an autumn harvest
Of gold, russet, magenta and brilliant orange streaked by the rays of dying sun
Settling softly into steel gray sea …a watercolor dream rendered by higher hand)
But failing to capture the glory
Resigned to simply sit back and enjoy………………………….
• Jim Carson is an architect and aspiring poet and composer living in Atlanta. Three of his poems were recently published at hungryriver.com. He can be reached at jcarson@ncgarch.com
