Tune
the drum;
rhythm, beat.
Staccato notes
signified action,
flowing passion expressed;
melody punctuated
exclamation mark within notes.

Notes within, mark exclamation;
punctuated melody
expressed passion flowing.
Action signified
notes staccato
beat, rhythm;
drum the
tune.

“Inverted Melody/Melody Inverted”
02 - 01 - 2008

This poem came second in the December Writer’s Beat Competition. BlackWolf beat me by 0.2!

Lips traverse the curve;
neck becomes shoulder
far too easily.

Breath ignites a path;
shoulder to valley
becomes lust inflamed.

Warmth colours skin pink;
ripples flaw the surface
raising tiny flesh mountains.

Giggles break the mood;
passion is replaced by
baby soft snuggles.

“Interrupted.”
19 - 12 - 2007

A single tear slides down her cheek,
He turns his head away.
She moves her hand towards him,
He shrinks back, as if afraid.

They’re sitting in this gorgeous park,
Surrounded by such beauty,
And yet he goes and breaks her heart,
Breaks it slowly and absolutely.

I’m watching them with compassion,
As he stands, then walks to his car,
Leaving her there to mourn the love,
That failed and left a scar.

I am high, above the trees,
Safe from all hurt and pain,
And down below the woman cries,
But wait, do I know her name?

Here I sit in this gorgeous park,
Surrounded by such beauty,
Watching my lover walk away;
He broke my heart absolutely.

‘Above It All’
October, 2007
© Chloe Spencer (a.k.a me, Lisa Fraser)

The oven is on and the stove is lit,
I have tied my apron and I’m wearing my mitt,
Delicious smells waft through the air,
Feel free to explore my stainless steel lair.

Passionfruit sponge cake drizzled with sauce,
Chocolate mint cheesecake, chilled of course,
Buttermilk pancakes with ice-cream and syrup,
Steaming hot, they’ve just come off the skillet.

Blueberry muffins with a cinnamon sprinkling,
Chocolate chip cupcakes, almost ready for frosting,
Macadamia cookies lightly dusted with sugar,
Leave them to cool, or I’ll smack your finger.

Now the kitchen is filled with sugary treats,
I shall bid you all adieu, my sweets.
You see, I never share my lovely creations,
They’re all for me; I don’t even allow tastin’!

‘Treat Yourself’
September, 2007
© Chloe Spencer (a.k.a me, Lisa Fraser)

From a vantage point atop a hill, I watch the sky,
glorious bands of colour somehow penetrate my eyes.

Red burns fiercely, adoration intense,
Orange glows brightly, tireless zest.
Yellow quickly diffuses, refreshingly bright,
Green slowly settles, soothingly light.
Blue fades to indigo, threatening dark,
Violet takes over, imperiously stark.

From a vantage point atop a hill, I breathe a sigh,
glorious bands of colour slowly fading from my eyes.

‘Joyride’
August 19, 2007
© Chloe J. Spencer (a.k.a me, Lisa Fraser)