I read of poets past
with infinite belief
moments come upon us,
often urging we repeat:
Confusion
Regrets
Joys
Happenings,
lessons learned from life,
retold by she, him and them,
possibly, even me.
Asked to compose again,
so that maybe this time
experience will prove, we feel.
If,
probably,
what occurs,
this time,
just isn’t chance
but a path, prepared,
for us.
our eyes never meet
our minds connect simultaneously
our bodies fight off retreat
because its eerie
and then,
here we are together,
something beautiful
If I could wrap
Sea breeze around you
Sweep feathered flowers
Upon your cheek
Offer your hand mine, to hold,
Albeit bashfully,
Then I would.
Maybe it would be
The start of
You,
Someone complete
After driving fourteen hours
Yesterday; a cloudy crisp rainy span,
I listened intently,
Searched every lyric
Each deep note
Not one brought you
To my already wandering mind.
Where are the words
Which describe what I need,
Probably who I crave you to be?
I wrote 14 sonnets,
Between various musical genres,
Not one found itself upon paper
With both hands on the wheel.
I’ve immortalized
Who you’ll be when you meet me.
I fear for you,
A little,
My giggle followed by a wide smile
And it was still raining, cold
When I finally reached home,
Warm under my cool bedding
Hot hand upon my hip,
It was there that I found you,
Hurry.
Pristine nightfall ends
Even before my dawning
The want is there, love
Attention seeker…
Yes, you, Wind!
Am I too close?
Push me away,
Or slam against me;
I need to feel: here.
My favorite hour arrives
Too quickly
Today,
A drive, required,
I need to see
You.
Same car,
Same old highway,
Same steady heartbeat
Purring, excitedly.
I’ve chosen the view,
A spot alongside
Road X,
Wishing to beat you there
My heal digs, as my toes
Push down, steadily,
A muscle in my thigh
Tightens
While pulling to the left,
I roll to a stop. I see you.
Longing for an embrace,
Wishing you did too,
I sit, upon this car hood,
And wait.
There’s never enough
Time
To watch you, my day,
Fall
Into twilight,
As if just for me.
Virgin white posy, shines,
Sighs towards the sun,
Her blossom relaxed
Submitting gracefully
Pearly, upon your eyes.
She, Seductress,
it would seem
For the unintended’s view,
Fragrance reveals essence,
As she prepares for you.
I walk
Measure footprints
I stand
Succumbing winds
I continue
Waves encouraging
I wait
Beach envelopes
I obey
Ocean sings
Do you know the owl,
The one who sits now
Upon the middle limb,
The patchwork branch,
Of a once thriving essence?
Her skin is exposed,
Bare, light timber
Amongst veined,
Even freckled patches of,
Black and grey bark.
Owl remains perched,
Guarding at the helm,
As the brightest star sets
Behind thinning stock, and
What is now his tree,
Whether he chooses to
Believe it or not.
She’s the aftermath of
Witnessed abuse,
Pain felt,
And reoccurring sadness
As others depart.
He’s her stoic protector
And shall not fade
With the evening sun.
as soft as her delicate skin
proved as pink as her blush
she looks like her lying there
’tis why you want her so much
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
During the stillness
Of life, her
Breath held,
Heartbeat slow,
He smells of
Leather
Pine
And a Carhartt coat,
Would be a guess,
My hope.
Without permission,
And with visions closed
Her desire for him
Continues
From simple beginnings
A leader, yet not
Self cope, learned not taught
An ache swells against her chest
She, fully aware of the meaning
And where her priorities
Should remain, yet
A glimpse of cerulean,
Through a pristine white sky,
Leaves her swiftly restrained.
Wild daisies across an open field,
Tall prairie grass swaying
Is pictured, visioned longingly
With his strong hand
Pulling her in
Taken, once again
As pristine
Falls from above
Cold wraps across
Her laden chest,
Pulls her against
Frozen.
Nature sublime
Incorrigible desire
His spirit, like
A blanket of
Snow,
Laid upon fair skin.
Snowflakes replace
Flawed freckles, and
For a moment,
She, luminous, her
Soul, complete.
A body in
Crystallized radiance
if time could
speed the process
what should be
would happen
all for impatience
and what is desired
She’ll wonder how
Many hairs are grey
If your heartbeat
Feels the same.
Consider the new
Wrinkle by her eye,
And which stress
It was cause by.
Crisp morning air
Will cause her
Red curls to dance,
Would it affect
You, by chance?
First blush will arise
Around her,
Comforts of home:
Ground, she clings to.
Simple house shoes, worn
Her toes content
Ankles exposed.
Behind fawn wool,
A woman’s desire shown.
Frozen concrete steps
She sits upon gracefully
Allows for silence,
Awakening a quiet
Reflective dawn;
Her serenity.
Each timed breath,
Causes movement
Beneath her
Heaving breasts,
Proving control:
A lady’s weakness.
Yet you’re aware,
Her day has begun
And still,
She’ll want, require
The comfort
Of you,
Her Eastern Sun.
She’s the heart
What causes the tick
Inside you. There’s
No darkness. Pure
Light, which makes
Her amazing. And you
Hers.
Showering sunrise
Rain swift and cool
Laying a wet blanket
Across me
Running to the car
“Don’t slip…”
I somehow hear.
Your chuckle
Following me,
Strong hand
Upon my hip
Protecting
Guiding
Is that possible
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 