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Monday morning offers
A refocused reality
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Tag Archives: Writing
No One Innocent
With the intent to please them,
her heart focused,
and upon paper.
They sit and wait,
none of them watching,
ill equipped to follow,
even today.
She refuses to point the blame,
content in her own self reflection,
no one innocent.
Remind Me
Cobalt fades to cerulean
Equidistant appears too far
Lapping water and a beacon
Remind me of where you are
Safe
Following you, closing in on land
Lipping across azure’s cusp
Wildly proving strength
Sating, deprivation
Upon my fair skin
Freckles glisten
Keeping me
Covered
Safe
She Reaches For You
Virgin white posies, shine,
Sigh in the afternoon sun,
Opening to all that is beautiful.
Pearly, upon your eyes,
Fragrance turns to perfume,
As she reaches for you.
Love
Obvious, I know
How I stare
Seemingly, into you.
Pathetic, I believe
How I adore
Your ignoring me.
Rules
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.
Release
Crystal clear
Dancers
Droplets from
Atmosphere
Expressed relief
Shear covering
Upon me
Ramblings
Hey, y’all. So the second half of the excerpt I wanted to share with you will post this morning.
I probably read similar content inside Danielle Steele’s novels in high school, but just to be sure I’m protecting anyone who happens upon my blog for the first time by making the excerpt private.
Imagine that post being the first words they read. Phew! I’d be setting expectations a bit high from then on, I think. We all know I’m just a messy poet.
Goin’ Down
I wrote of you today,
Adjectives in abundance,
Baby, you amaze me.
And damn,
If I don’t make you look good,
Goin’ down.
Unarmed
Unarmed
Calm, yet concealed
By the edge of you
Misty you
Felt laying atop my skin
Most comfortable
Follow Me
Following me over branches:
A presence, shifting about.
Witnessing, your lovely tune:
Thoughtful tweeting out loud.
Too Much To Say
Heart seeks expression
Letters live in confusion
Now, to touch, instead…
In Her Time
Forever
Unlimited time
Emerald in color
Ivory tips
Blossoming
Watch her
Climax
Deliberately
Winter Touch
Winter touch displayed
Form adorned by sorcery
Femininity
A Perfect Ending
if I could imagine
a perfect ending
to your day
it would be
most easily
your arms
wrapped around me
your warm cheek
against mine
and the lightest sigh
breathed into my ear
Where: Is You
Nowhere,
Is deafening,
Your absence,
Is too,
Why do I,
Think of you?
Everywhere,
Is haunting,
Your love,
Is too,
Why do I,
Think of you?
Somewhere,
Is comforting,
Your mind,
Is too,
Why do I,
Think of you?
Anywhere,
Is lovely,
Your presence,
Is too,
Why do I,
Think of you?
Where,
Is you,
Your heart,
Is too,
Why do I,
Think of you?
Pine
Branches transforming into her hair
Watching, but not meaning to stare
I wonder, how often your mind goes there
Your hands slowly needing to gather
One delicate end to the other
In an effort to feel her
Lightest of tree feathers linger
Cascading through your rough fingers
Your senses confirming, as lips simper
Silky, smooth and smelling of pine
I know you think of her all the time
Understanding now, you’ll never be mine
Tell Me About Love
Stepping away from the fight,
Only one need, for tonight,
Tell me about love.
Remind me that it lives,
And thrives among,
Moments we’re intolerant of.
Honestly, I’m needing to hear,
Sounds that bring back familiar,
Like the moaning of a guitar,
As long fingers slide through.
Explaining where I’ve left my heart,
And why it should belong to you.
Allow my strength to weaken,
I’ll listen for that voice I know,
One encouraging me to escape,
Whispering me towards a window.
Write of a passionate world where,
Someone chooses to wear a cape.
Paint pictures of your love among,
Flowers, hearts and shadows,
Even a dragon with a red tongue.
Warm me with your skillful hands,
Explore, as only an artist does,
My freckled skin, your nightly canvas.
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 