Since I am in the process of revising my chapbook to submit to a contest sponsored by Finishing Line Press, I have decided not to post the remaining 5 poems. For my faithful blog readers, I want to save a few surprises as I hope Fertility Rites will eventually be published. So far the revision is going well. This is mostly due to a valuable critique from my friend, Julie Hensley, who has a poetry chapbook coming out in July through Finishing Line entitled The Language of Horses. To pre-order a copy go to http://www.finishinglinepress.com/NewReleasesandForthcomingTitles.htm.
However, it would be a shame not to post a poem so by special request I am re-posting the one for which my blog is named. It all began a few years ago at Live Wire coffeehouse when three friends each ordered different versions of chai.......
Versions of Chai
Cup in hand,
I contemplate the versions of chai
while the musician plays my request,
the one about the girl and the poem--
her smooth facade.
My version is hot and steamy
vanilla with espresso swirled inside
like the dark layer concealed
beneath my pale skin.
Her version is spiced and iced--
so much flavor mixed with coolness.
You can have a taste,
but she'll never let you in.
His version is blended like a milkshake
with whipped cream on top.
Forever young, everything
is ice cream to him.
We each sip our own
'til the strains of acoustic guitar fade
and the versions of chai
are replaced by applause.
Friday, May 20, 2011
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