Thoughtful You Poem by Elna Nel

who would be alone
with your eyes asking
"tell me what hurts"
red knife green fork
the day is a dish
of sorrow and delight
who could feel like stone
with your eyes inviting
and brightly waiting

blue knife pink fork
the day is a meal
of thoughts in flight
with the memory
of men aiming
trying to shoot
a grey dove a clay dove
with bright red words

my voice is galloping
my words are kneeling
but who would not
feel condoned
with your eyes
blurting spurts
of understanding
for my heel my feel

white knife brown fork
the day is a wish
and you are the cutlery
thoughtful slicing
through my speech