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
Tag Archives: Love
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
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.
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
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
He’s Waiting
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.)
Vibrant
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
Bathing In You
Waking with a peaceful dawning
Your love stretches across
Allow me to bathe in your glow
Just Starting Out
innately, he plans
all but a sliver of life
choosing to grow, gain strength
watching him
simply my pleasure
At Home In Houston
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.
Delayed
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
Whisperings
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.
Forever
Relax into accepting
Love lives within you
Feel true devotion, finally
And know it will continue
Love Me
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
Lady In Waiting
Slope of her body
Smooth arch of topography
Covet what is yours
Leave The Lights On
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.
Submitting
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
Pleasure
His pleasure to cherish
That’s what he said
Before placing her
Between his heart
And his head
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 