Thursday, June 15, 2006

Bathroom Star


Towel cosy against my skin
Needing to unwind from within
To soak away all my woes
As rivulets over my body flows.

Cooling, calming, clarifying,
Falling, flowing, filling;
Healing with incessant slivers
My daily ritual in the shower:

A song sprouts from my lips
Feet moving to the rhythmic drips
The wet, white marble becomes
My audience as to my tune, I hum

The concert is on, I'm in the groove
People singing as I bust my moves
Without a care, I'm on a high
Shampoo suds like confetti fly
When my hips move in jiving motions
The fanatic crowd of my imagination
Cheers on as I lose my mind
Within the bathroom, behind closed blinds.
Jamming on a fake electric guitar
A pretentious girl for a rock star
Tonight there's no stopping this diva
As mercilessly, she sings in the shower!

Unknowing of my nakedness
Down the drain goes mounted stress
And just as my fans roar, "Encore!"
I slip on the soap, and fall to the floor!

4 comments:

phoebz said...

lol... u rock gal..:D

Imperfect said...

lol so its a mutual understanding! :)

Audrey said...
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Anonymous said...

nice......... i cant sing in the bathroom :( all my neighbours will hear

~ L. Rkn

Poetry

when language like bubbling streams flow




when words are laid down to fit like lovers' hands




when you feel the essence of the poet from within




when swirling thoughts are caught in the net of rhythm



when images reel as you read




when pen and paper create a symphony




then, it is poetry
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