Focused on beauty
We must be, I believe
Caught in its trance
And frozen stature.
Naked to the eye
Of the beholder
Full of desire.
To allow fingertips
A pinch
Joining, pressed
As one
Flesh
And frosted branch.
To then
Release
Cold water
Epitomizes you.
Slowly seeping
Down
Waking life
Shivering inside me.
Hot
Pink Petals
Soft as velvet
Worth your viewing
Essence, captivating
Don’t kid yourself, Darling
Walk away, drowning in her aura
I’ve taught myself,
My eyes see each line.
Every intertwining part,
And how I wish they wouldn’t.
Definition in absolutes,
Best seen in piceous,
On a backdrop of gray.
When I look too far,
Spherical shapes calm me,
Hanging, swaying with ease.
Moments when I wish,
I approved of curves.
Yet, if I allowed,
You would insist.
The calmness I inhibit,
Not created by waves,
Of a tattered windsock.
Sounds of the flapping,
And the eventual snap,
Correcting all my doubts.
But the gentle wearing,
Of a used open flag,
As it slides about.
Caressing and whispering,
Mirth,
A moment of unnerving.
While I submit,
Into wonderment,
Of love and longevity.
The fraying, I cling to,
Wondering,
Am I enough.
Lazy smile
Winged heart
Endless breathing
Cloud art
Impossible eyes
Cotton puff
A mind intriguing
Pillow crush
Whatever I need
I daydream
Artistically allowed
Securely sheathed within herself
She submits to you, a look inside
Her tender, emotional health
You see the colors of her mind
Travel slowly and enjoy the view
Accept her offer, slip even closer
Fragrant scent and tangerine hues
Whispered from our divine composer
Amongst moulding of verdant leaves
A bashful creation, you’ve witnessed
Folded, is best, she may believe
Yet, she unburdened, is your intention
Even inside melancholy winds
I feel the pace, of your spirit
Deciding
Not to allow this moment, to frighten
I wait for clarity and a clearing
Humbly
I listen, knowing above all else
The battled shore I stand upon
You can overcome
From my toes
Up and past my hips
Through my core
Across my chest.
Among my lips
With a hint
Inside my mouth
Nourished.
Then slowly over
My red hair
You cover me
I promise.
I’m completely
Submerged
In thoughts of you.
Proven by,
This tremble
On my fingertips
As water
Consumes.
Can’t you,
please?
I ask, however,
Begging, it seems.
Capture, my essence,
And tell them,
For me.
Express my need,
Rooted inside,
Verdant grounding.
You must show,
How going without,
suffocates.
Robs me,
Of who I am.
My Muse,
Only you know.
This trail of wildflowers,
Varied, yet pristine,
And full of desire,
Leads…
I’m left here,
muted.
Guilty of desiring
His oriel of promises
My admission.
I return, daily
Simply
To be near
His spirit.
Fearful
Of denial
My never ending
Confession.
Comfort in a window
Proves
My broken spirit.
waiting as the crow
wind will surely change
harmony will reappear soon
flying together, seems fair
Move quietly,
Listen,
Within my whisper.
Tell me, why,
Have you,
Since our first hello,
Felt like,
The rest of my life?
Do you see her
Tell me
She’s light pink
Isn’t she
Probably
Incredibly soft
With a velvet touch
She blushes for you
Bashfully
In truth
Look, see right there
Run your finger
Across her
Gently, of course
She’s yours
Later,
She promises
More
You hold my hand differently
Force these words away
Common sense tells me, ignore
Yet, I remember, every day
*****
“You shouldn’t share every word you write, caused by every feeling you have…”
“…but, if I wait until I can share perfection, even a valid effort, then I’d never share again.”
“How can you be okay with showing mediocrity?…”
“…It hadn’t occurred to me.”
“Surely, you notice where you fail.”
“I try not to think about it.”
“Honestly, none of this makes any sense, Audrey.”
“Thank you, for confirming.”
*****
Trust isn’t easy
Now do you understand why
I want to believe
~~
The photos shared with this Haibun are of the Devil’s Backbone Open Space, located just outside the northern end of the Rocky Mountain foothills, as you drive into Fort Collins, Colorado. You can read more about it here. Consequently, I did witness the largest rattlesnake I’ve ever seen while near this trail.
Keep in mind, I’m no photographer, I just wanted you to see more of this area of the world, and the topography it owns. Expressing myself here feels different, maybe I’m more in tune with who I am when I’m in Colorado. ♡
Happy Friday, Y’all.
Not fluently expressed
~Letters, in simple words
No salient touch
~Treasured, and known
No lyrical sounds
~Remembered well, and replayed
No lucid smells
~Swaying, as they pass me once again
No previous history
~Our reasons, alive in explanation
No blatant photoplay
~But a feeling, we’re surely, beginning
Even wistful tears know where to fall,
Upon fingers used, descriptive,
Wishing to lay upon accomplished hands.
Within dreams,
Requiring escape,
Leagues allowed,
And held,
By love.
Tell me again, but not above a whisper
I am tangled in between every sound
A voice nearly as sweet as hard candy
Persistent as a bumblebee’s clamoring
My words available, however breathless
Upon an ear such as yours, exploited
A curse, even you find hard to ignore
Listen, beauty aches, misunderstood
Though I run every day with the wolves
Feral in every way but two, the deeds
The language of your heart won’t miss
Lay down your poison arrows, fire at will
Tracking control among trees, primal
Murmurs, of wisps cling as they guide
Wolf’s confident charge glazes through
Your spirit soothes, submission, I lack
I ask not for your acquiescence in step
Humility is not a weakness you own
My desire is to hear the song, in part
That I might find this rhythm intoned
I stand forward, shedding perfect layers
My tenacity empowered, of this I know
Underneath layers of cimmerian leaves
Among light, where do amorous women go?
*****
To my surprise, an email from Johnny Ojanpera arrived in my inbox a few days ago with a collaboration request for my consideration. Moments like this one don’t come around often enough. I’ll admit to being rather shocked. Humbled, more appropriately. Johnny thought I’d need to stop and think about whether or not writing with him was an interest?! Umm, yes, please.
My only warning to him, however, was to be careful, as I’d proven to be a bit on the vulnerable side as of late. Yes, this was my attempt at scaring him away. He laughed, which I adored. I guess I don’t frighten Johnny. Living life with a creative wife has him covered in suitable armor, I suppose.
I am pleased with our poem, Johnny, thank you for your lead.
Johnny’s talent speaks for itself and can be found on his blog: Johnny Ojanpera ~ The Words I Didn’t Forget.
Johnny proves to be incredibly intelligent, which I admire, and any applause over our effort should be directed towards his poetic ability.
Thanks for making poetry easy, Johnny. ♡
The inevitability of a goodbye, frozen,
As time allows a winter glimpse.
Your daily vision offered,
A season of gifts.
Leaving me blessed,
Less tortured, I guess.
Knowing you considered me,
Even for a minute,
Noteworthy.
Yet, like the fallen snow,
Upon your branches,
I cling to who you are,
Protective and strong,
As if love could grow.
My one and only,
May you never forget me,
if the wind sends you on.
Look towards your view,
And always, always,
Think of us,
For it is I, who needs you.
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 