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Evening Rainbow
no matter the distance
we eventually go
towards happiness
dusk protects the flow
riding tumbleweeds
as the wind blows
visions of Kansas
evening rainbow
Hanging
Sinuous connections
Strings of strength
She hangs delicately, upon them
Down, suited best
Visions of hot pink
Soaked
Love dripping slowly
Slitting, yet
Heart growing with ease
Nature administering
Needing to touch
Worthiness in view
Your pleasure
Poison Control
On Her Own
Watching,
her flourish,
pink, shy blossoms,
all on her own.
anticipating,
an open view,
settling,
on a front row seat,
through slats of a fence.
longing to touch,
desiring,
a position at her attempt,
yet, you’ve refrained.
seeing her beauty unfold,
with the rhythm of yours,
acceptable,
this morning.
for I see the hesitation,
feel the need,
and witness the control,
you have within yourself,
to let her approach,
innocently.
knowing,
eventually a fragrance will,
settle upon your face,
and you will breathe again,
as the sigh of her submission,
honors you.
Somehow I Am Near
Observing, leaning closer still
A poke or prick, I’ll eventually feel
I’m never close enough, honestly
To the essence of familiarity
But somehow I am near
And I thank you
Connecting
Nebraska, is home
Cloudless sky offers comfort
A connection felt
Moon Man…
He, impossible to control
Broadening in stoic strength
Luring her outside; pyre taking hold
Feeling the pursuit of the waves
Moon man, she’ll do what she’s told
Highlight those pearly shades
Illuminate her portal, as your story unfolds
Listening
I sit here and listen to you sway
two doves fly by
content with themselves
in love
your branches leaning
music of the robins
mesmerize the worm
succumbing, he does, as I will
River of Rectitude
Race
rectitude
Reality
retreats
runs
Rapidly
rejects
responsibility.
Refused
reliance
Regardless,
river
returning
rare
Regret
Rendezvous
repulsive
representation
Resulted
Where SHE Needs HIM To Be…
Asked, ” where does SHE need HIM to be?”
my poetry, as of late, offers questioning.
I don’t know, quite honestly,
I suspect, he knows,
innately.
believing when she is cared for,
love will feel like a drop of dew,
caught,
by a mountain view.
waking a heart from the start,
answering before the questions begin,
functioning on complete trust,
not yesterday’s sins.
HIM will know this heart of hers,
SHE his soulmate,
HIM, the one who understands,
the directions SHE will go, listens.
leading effortlessly, watching ,
with pride,
he already knows,
similar they are inside.
no effort required, mostly,
shouldn’t love be that easy?
HIM and SHE believe in connection
completely,
eternity born from fated opportunity.
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For Shari, who asked me, “What about where SHE needs HIM to be?” I hope this is a sufficient answer. My first follower, now a dear friend, I adore you. I appreciate you watching over me. Thanks for offering a chance for me to ponder your question.
Audacious Dawn
Humbled by Michael’s poem. He’s a great poet and often checks on me when I’m away too long. Thank you, my dear friend. I’m thankful for you.
Audacious Dawn
She moved her face directly before my eyes
As if daring me to look directly
Into those of her own…
Dark shades of scarlet flowing in sparkling wisps
With the morning breeze
Surrounding a smile that makes one
Stand in wonder of just what pleasures
The day may bring…
She so willingly offers
The softest of light…
Anointing the darkness that shades
The horizon of so many…
Giving hope that the sun will shine
Its countenance upon them
If only they could breathe a single breath
Within her radiance…
As her delicate essence flows
In the earliest of morn
Her blush of crimson
Gently kissing the songs of sparrows
As they sprinkle the sky
Like freckles upon the face of angels…
Drifting away from my physicality
Into the lure of her sparkling eyes
Time ceases to be…
Where eternity becomes reality…
Enchanting my soul with the very essence
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Ready
adroitly groomed, lured
borne, surely waiting
warm breath upon her
a desire to be set free
effortlessly anticipating
where he needs her to be
Thumb Prints
Angelic whispers,
Sighs liberate easily.
Eager in virgin white,
Unnoticed, yet pleasing.
Tending to shy away normally,
Now, appears in thoughtful view.
Her offering, securely joined,
By slender, blushing, pink hues.
Sheer delicate petals, enjoyed,
Thumb prints, as if touched by you.
Care
A magical splendor happens here
Among the winds of wild
Emotions felt, across my skin
As I remember his smile
And how it fits, perfect
Upon my heart
Strong, brave and controlled
Paying no mind to the breeze
Or how hard it blows
Light
Clearly anxious, misinformed, she,
Caught up in believing half truths.
Effortless care, still a mystery,
Darling, then along came you.
A path you provided, as her lead,
Encouraged life bright from blue.
A lady, now reborn and finally free,
Adorning light from shadowy hue.
Observing strength, submitting,
From your power, her soul drew.
Radiant eyes beaming belief,
I look in the mirror, I see you.
Choices (Haibun)
Change of plans occur
Let’s go the wrong direction
Leading me to you
And then sometimes life happens and we take another direction.
Definitely not the path you or I would’ve chosen, had we been given the option, but life changing paths exist, as well, and we have to figure out how to survive them.
We can choose to accept fate, brave destiny with strength, or we can decide to hide and wish the dreadful path away.
It doesn’t change anything, I’ve realized. In my opinion, hiding and wishing something away never looked good on anyone.
Most importantly, not on me, so here I sit. Staring into destiny. Pay no mind to the tears in my eyes. Chose to be brave with me today, please.
On we go…
Absence
without his comfort
void of true morning air
lacking brilliance, I believe
especially, when he’s not there
wait upon contentment
thrive within the verse
know he’s in the shadows
and life could be so much worse
Coo
her faintly blushings
proven less concerning here
seduction wears pink
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 