let go now
embrace their love
take your flight
pass along side of us
and exhale, peacefully
He’s waiting
(Photo taken by my baby sister, Leah. Y’all see the cross, right? This random photo caught not too long ago is a gift. A comfort during hard times for anyone losing a loved one far too soon.)
every detail accepted
stored inside eternity
beauty, one moment
then on to the next
it’s what you do
tracing over exquisite
vibrant hues
and loving how she feels
Waking with a peaceful dawning
Your love stretches across
Allow me to bathe in your glow
I’ve felt you in my life
Whispered callings I ignored
My past has carried you in my heart
Pocket sized, along sandy shores
Present, and low voiced, there, too
Wooded wisps tending to folklore
Surround, comfort and continue
Our souls connecting without a clue
Continuation of plans, a need explored
Unforced, reveals a vibrant hue
Sighing, as I unfold tomorrow
How do I begin to explain you
innately, he plans
all but a sliver of life
choosing to grow, gain strength
watching him
simply my pleasure
News from Houston, while you patiently wait, has arrived, my friends.
1. I am alive.
2. The flood waters, as of this morning, are not near my home. Other parts of Houston are terribly flooded.
3. We haven’t seen flood waters like this in 500 years. Hurricane season begins June 1st. God help us if these past few months are any indication of what is to come.
Windshield wipers, delay
Screeching sounds
Watching rain pour
On a chalkboard
Rain, rain, go away
Life was sunshine
Shimmered on freckled skin
Accepted and forgiven
For a moment one day
Unforseen departure
Awaiting a return, engine vibration
Soothing a voice, whimpered
Preferring her that way
My mind, what will I do?
He’s all I think about,
And nothing I had planned.
He’s water glossing over my skin,
And the comfort of the wind.
The smell of summer,
Yet, cool mountain air.
Allow him my heart,
I sigh, do I even dare?
He’s the sound of bullfrogs,
Late at night, while I dream.
Perfect words and lovely pitch,
And he whispers just for me.
Relax into accepting
Love lives within you
Feel true devotion, finally
And know it will continue
Determination
Sailors prepare every sail
Leave Monday behind
Begging to be plucked
Loves me, he loves me not
While we’re here
I’ll give it a shot
But before I start
I’ve stopped
Petals remind me of him
A bit too much, a lot
Instead, I lay down
And wish away my want
Slope of her body
Smooth arch of topography
Covet what is yours
He always turned the lights on early,
Even before the sun went down,
Hoping she’d be thirsty,
And show up, in his part of town.
Gazing at stars, she made it look easy,
Stealing them one by one, for him.
He, never witnessing a star in the sky,
Was destined to look, in her eyes for them.
she works
to expose
what remains
hidden.
at a pace
where life
thrives, and
she trusts.
Reaching out onto a trail way,
Quietly, she blooms,
Bashful, as always,
Appearing, however, for you.
Rain settling in again today.
Visioning you here, always,
Wandering about her scent,
She carries your tender touch,
As she delicately sways.
Your offer, lingering upon her branch.
Desiring her simple colored hue,
Nature’s best effort shown,
And your sweet yellow delight,
Will she continue here, proving growth?
Or shy away, afraid of the light.
Rooted underneath pleasantries
Slowly being let in
Knowing what it means
As I sit beneath his limbs
Nestled in closely
My cheek upon his skin
My imagination not willing
To allow me control again
May turning warmer
As afternoons take me within
His presence is trust
Brought to me by the wind
A local Texas boy gifts me a short story to go with my Wild West poem and photo. John lives just down the road in Corpus Christi and I adore having him as a neighbor. He’s a heck of a storyteller and truly has the best sense of humor. Thank you, John. I love this gift!
On May Ninth, Audrey Dawn posted a beautiful poem along with a great picture that she titled Wild West. Here is the picture and you can go to her blog and read the lovely poem. I could not help but be drawn to both the picture and her words. They served as a prompt for a short story that follows. I hope you take a moment and visit Audrey and enjoy her work as well as this story.
Wild West by John W. Howell © 2015
“Hey, Maud wha cha doin?”
“A bit o’ sewing Jacob. Wha’s it look like?”
“Well. Ta tell the truth, it looks like yor loafin’ on tha there stump.”
“Loafing? Why you old goat. If’n anyones loafin’ it’s you.”
“Aw, Maud you know I be roundin’up strays all damn day.”
“No need ta swear Jacob. Th’ Lord don’t take kindly ta no swearin’.”
“Well the’…
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Aurora whispered this morning
As golden water developed
Within a sunrise
Every moment is a blessing
She encouraged with her glow
Thankful for the wink, felt
Shining across fair skin
As a pelican soared by
Sealing my radiance, her gift
Salty air takes ownership of red hair
A curl wraps around my nose
And I inhale hope
Flutters of joy
Upon my breasts
While Aurora releases me
Back into reality, sensing
My desire to shine
Lapping of the gulf’s waves
Felt by both she and I
His pleasure to cherish
That’s what he said
Before placing her
Between his heart
And his head
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