My desire to write poetry,
has been affected by your presence,
the same fevered passion exists
yet, its been reduced to your name
maybe even a letter in the end
my muse, this pandora’s box, the new beginning and my end is with you.
So come the rushing waters of what might one day be,
bring on the swirls of passionate winds,
stretch the legs of workers in the trenches of this world,
my love breathes in these,
i am because of you.
I watched tangerine turn into innocent sanguine,
while thinking of you, and
thoughts of how I want an “us” to be.
Feathered blues, birthed since before noon,
caused aquamarine streaks
as twilight breathed – were you with me?
My neck felt a breath, my back the push of a finger;
the moment continues to linger.
he shows me beauty
concerned with
acceptance
knows I like pretty
unaware of his own brilliance
music to dance to
and a faith reaching
distance
and he’s meant for someone else,
my fear
Make sure she allows eye contact, it will show trust.
She’ll want to touch you, she ought to lightly brush your chest.
Her hand should want to stop, lingering as she feels your heartbeat.
Maybe her fingers will tap in rhythm.
If it’s her eyes you see, make sure she sees yours completely.
When she leans in to kiss you goodnight, think. This moment. Is she who you’ve waited to see?
She was quiet this morning,
Dawn, that is, miraculous,
Peaceful in her timeless dignity.
Two mallards skim rural water, as twin rogues,
Before taking flight with one another,
Their sky, a season of cerulean.
An ibis flirted with stoic wind,
Hardly noticed and without sound,
As her white wings rode his reliable gift.
Nature thrilled with my insistent watchful probe,
Created a warm glow from the rising sun,
Behind clouds, the color of smoke.
In the end, my eyes focused,
On a spider crawling about her web,
Intricate designer, naked to most.
Her long legs seemingly stretched across,
Compressed air, as I questioned myself, almost,
But, chose to alter my angle, instead.
Life reassured me, artistry brought into focus,
Minutes passed, comfort took hold,
As I found you there, too.
How do I know?
Alone, I briefly turned and whispered in awe,
“You’re seeing this, aren’t you?”
Hood replaced reluctantly, closed tight
Gloved hands situated
Into warm inviting pockets
I continue amongst what’s frozen
Exhausted leaves falling
Past my window
Pane. Just as ashes
of Jerico, the same.
Division is an end
and new begins.
Goldenrod hues
Remind me of adieu,
Forgiveness remains
Front of my mind,
And nothing stops
The hands of time.
Search for rebirth
And find me in you.
Redemption’s season
Where grace continues
drag me through
verdant covered angles
with
leaves thriving, cascading.
allow blossoms to reach
my nose. Inhale the beauty
as life is exposed. Take
me back to where
happiness found me.
guide
my spiritual growth;
renew.
The side of you
That refuses
Taction, a bond, or
Ties to intimacy,
Thanks you.
The rest of you,
Trimbles awaiting
Tender completeness.
Though love suffered,
Time will heal,
Then
Take a minute,
Touch again, and
Trust love’s encore.
Thinking
I
Was
The
Right
One.
Passionate
Flight,
I
Became
So
Lost.
Pathetic
Mindset,
Destroyed
My
Courage.
Proof
Obtained,
Life
Moved
On.
Purple hues and hushed tones
Obediently inspire a poetess
For as light is required of day
Poetry eases through one’s soul
So who am I to deny life,
Might we humbly continue?
Blushing Heart to Blushing Heart
A beginning, an innocence, a yearning
Witnessing a fairytale’s genesis
Nearly exceeds the proposal
This morning whispers, I do
I’m
For you
He made me
For you
He taught me to love
For you
He showed me compassion
For you
He lived perfectly, so I didn’t have to
For you
He loves me as I am
For you
He is patient with me
For you
He is my best friend
For you
He trusts me
For you
He believes in me
For you
He released me
For you
mesmerized by the continuation,
the sound of hasty waves hypnotic.
wearing my favorite blue jeans,
needy hands stuffed into pockets,
I stand at the epilogue,
confused.
frizzy auburn ringlets,
beat at my face,
questioning,
don’t you feel?
water’s cusp lapping at my toes,
trying to sooth my desires,
unsettled by what never was.
yet, I selfishly beg for you daily.
I miss the pure beauty,
of effortless beginnings,
a motion born of true love.
Possibilities ignore all yielding,
rushing to move through quickly,
and encouraging even the bleakest,
of futile opportunities, for serendipity.
