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
if there is a puddle
from an afternoon rain,
recently pattered down
to greet us,
do we jump and giggle?
Aye, he chuckles.
then what do we think of those
who choose not
to play?
might they be tense,
foul, controlled, or
too concerned for our liking?
probably, she muses,
but we need them, too.
so I’ll fight for an opportunity
to see their smile
every single day,
while my toes wiggle in the rain
with you.
Singular, posed alone
Verdant stem slim, yet
Rooted beneath in
Survival’s growth,
She clings to her truth,
Unafraid of the world above.
May her amber blossom,
Bright, oh so exposed,
Give the eye of her beholder
Pause
Before they walk on
I saw a yellow finch today,
he dropped in and
perched atop a leafy branch
way up high.
he flirted a little
I winked back.
above us even further,
six more fluttered by.
I giggled,
told the neighbor
the Finches made it.
I’ve missed them,
the bunny in the backyard, too.
***
Reading this interpretation after writing my poem made me smile.
In this world
He wouldn’t be afraid
Of what terrifies her,
And so she goes, and he guides.
Worry sets the evening sun
But so does peace,
And it’s always easier to watch
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.
I laugh
because I knew.
I was thankful
For your retreat.
I identified completely,
With your need.
I understood
The purpose.
I wasn’t the manifestation,
Of your childhood dream.
I have always been,
Oddly unexpected, in the end.
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.
Silence like a river, driven
Listening brings peace
Causing our feet to float,
Above what may never be,
Allowing reality to belong
All dreams possible
They say, work harder
Offer no time delay.
We shall not walk, nor
Stroll the hallways,
But run,
Life is meaningless
Unless you
Profit.
Call bullshit, and crawl.
Cover the obvious mistakes
With their grace.
Stomp the ground below
And never forget to smile.
Watershed;
Houses feelings:
Ones lost, happy or
Simply in between.
Tears never drying
Nor meant to be,
Asked to remember,
Then cool those who suffer
With salted water,
An offering. Cover their eyes
And limit the witnessing.
Kindred, was.
I’ve witnessed, and felt
Which means exists,
Was it you and I
Or he with she, or
Maybe all those moments
Which are,
That will never be, yet
Continue
Living so deeply inside
My soul. Me and you,
Were, yet
Are: relevant,
Not past tense; was.
You and I: am.
Kindred, soulmates,
And you feel it, too.
I’ve always known, a
Dauntless healer, my heart.
I hear a Beast howling,
My spirit desires to soothe
You, now be.
I become what is
Written, effortlessly.
So does he, and the
Cornered woman
Over there, as well.
Don’t suppress. Write truth
Willingly, and man
Will fall to their knees.
Expecting to see your soul,
Words active. Living.
Intoxicating intentions, yours.
I don’t want to be the girl
Who assumes
Too late for fate
And in the end, for you
I want stars, bright
And a harvest moon
Poetic healing
With a photographic view
Hey, all y’all! I know you’re wondering, so I’m giving you an update of sorts. I have new poetry in the morning, but for now a few highlights from the last two months…
Contemplated life
Eternity the distance
Stone faced, sat due west
Affluence of purification
Continue reading
As my memories caress the hint
Of Spring’s sweet young breeze
I go in search of innocence
And where I began.
Auburn ringlets, sway
Carrying an eager tone of giggles
Found in fairytales of peace and virtue.
As I push my legs forward,
I daydream. Nothing has changed.
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 