Shy, her shield,
Sparkling eyes never quite reaching
Those who find her,
Bashful, worn with grace,
Her words now yours
May be timidly drawn,
For those who deserve,
But written upon the skin
With wanton fingertips
For those who capture
Her touch, heart, her mind
And recognize the tingle
She causes
And willingly provides
for a blink
there was hope
found it smiling,
through the mist
light reveals
trickery, by hands
of man.
so now trust she may never
truly know again
without transparency
midsummer maiden
slipping into apricot
chest out, confident
detailed
his thoughts,
pure
the hum she chose,
in virgin white shining
as he approached.
assessing
the angle,
in which she’s presented,
required leaning in close
as she murmured,
come on, let’s go
breath, fact of the living
our exhale, evidence of continuing
tears acknowledge loss, possibly
smile supports prosperity
brave face endures them all
blessed with knowing
gifted with understanding
cursed with yearning
life of a poet
Growing bemused in devotion
Of what will be
Hypnotic weightiness
Where dreaming seems
The only path
And becomes a sanctuary
So I do, I am
Until touch is reality
Witnessed, innocently
Anticipated, quietly
Watched, intently
Touched, lightly
Held, firmly
Plucked, quickly
Gathered, hastily
Smelled, eagerly
Viewed, brilliantly
Consumed, slowly
Satisfied, not even close
Sigh.
*your patience with the adverbs.. LYs is appreciated… it might be all about indulgence. Probably…
dawn,
soft light,
mind travels
to need.
vision of
quiet mornings
bright clear porch view
hand holding
a potter’s clay mug,
dark coffee
hard work, expected
projects dreamed
seen, completed,
enjoyed.
serendipity
she leads me,
knowing just the one
the twinkle in his eye
seen across my face
I, critical of every word chosen
What sort of life is this,
I plead.
Creative soul, release this fear
Living on the edge of me.
Save these poems,
I’ve chosen to share
Don’t allow my retreat,
My eyes reverent and engaged.
Tell me, poet traversing,
Are these words healing you
Or me
cotton upon my cheek,
birds in the multiples singing,
dawn’s sunlight hitting my red hair,
and with you is my where
*Sorry for the double post. I just wanted the video to pop up.
Unsure of where
How? I may always question,
But without a doubt
Bliss will succeed absolution
In planning
There is light,
A hand held,
A Moment never forgot,
With blessing, intimacy
Between two
A hopeful stop
Sustain is my plea,
Calm my heart
Bless tomorrow’s lead
As day falls to dark
disheveled vision
midnight deluge survivor
warrior’s maiden
Downhill slope
Mistake made, hidden
Broken heart, angry
Left wishing that day away for years
Signatures on legal paperwork
Packing for three
Regrets in the thousands
All along thinking, it was me
Uphill climb
Driving North
Silent heart, settling
Years of failings grieved
Light passing through windows
Touch of familiar love, family
Might take a decade, or less
Children, a pug: dependents
Nothing the same, yet, I’m me
Travel horizons
Positives shall return slowly
Hopeful heart, settling
My world at my side, loves
Patience astounding, blessed
Grace given and accepted, free
Continuity remains new for now
Life allowed back in. Glory be.
verdant canopy
native familiarity
no one else exists
Sitting in a crowed coffee shop
Instrumental music plays
Gorgeous
Deepest notes, each one
Sound like you,
If you were a note,
Deepest faith,
Deepest devotion,
Deepest love,
One I could have seen
Relying on
And she must have thought so, too
I’ll search for you
in every photo
considered by my eyes
because I’m in love
with what should happen
what will someday be
what never truly was
what could have never been
what was and what is,
obviously.
Ruffling pristine
urban princess flowering
concrete jungle bed
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 