Poetry
Strong woman
A cup-full of poetry
No, I don’t believe
in a parallel universe
but that won’t stop me
from imagining other lives
that play a tune
in my soul
sometimes loud like a cry
other times only
a whisper
or a gaze from a passer-by
“Do I know you?”
“Hi”
“Not yet my dear,
but wait for it…
ask me again next year”
Strong woman,
who doesn’t care
what you think,
in a dress,
painted nails,
a smile as her best
accessory
Laughter, roaring
laughter is
the sound I make
as my eyes
get locked with yours
Satisfaction is my middle name
All the care I could have
is washed away
with regret
that I left behind long ago
I offer you a drink
no, it’s not what you think
martini is too posh
for you
beer smells bad
so I offer you a cup-full
of my poetry
delicious taste that
lingers on your lips
You look up
I am gone
I don’t wait around anymore
You smile,
“I’m gonna get her, somehow”
© Iva Beranek
