in sunlit arching
rays warming stretched limbs
begging for a place
Belonging
Asides
This Night
as our sun sets I reach for you
a hint please, if even this exists.
why would I question
your strength surrounds me
the wind becomes your touch
the geese flying behind me
speak the words I long to hear
yet, in a language
I cannot understand.
my eyes settle on tangerine hues
as my world settles in
for the night.
I sigh good evening, my love,
where have you been and where shall we go?
Summons
ringlets the color of copper pennies
arms stretched out into blue,
wildflowers in lilac are hidden
yet aching to appear.
a vision in giggles while the swoosh
of her skit passes through,
blissful pockets of lush blankets,
as the sun summons her here.
now bound in heaven upon earth
swells abide in precise hues
did Aurora lead the way or
simply twilight, craving her near.
Desire’s Recapitulation
to admire – positive judgement
assume greatness
adoration – deepened affection
fulfilled within greatness
to consume – accede desire
ravenous acts of duty
obssess – diminish reality
mistreat self
Focus
Our minds are consumed
with a legion of details.
Where to begin deemed
obvious by most,
if you could feel the pulse;
a quickened heartbeat,
you’d know there’s no recovery.
We’re past all that,
bits too forgone to consider,
the beauty lies, quite perfectly
just beyond
and your hands belong there.
If …
if you played the guitar, I’d listen
watch your fingers sort the notes
classic bass tones mutter,
they’re the ones I love the most
if painting was your passion
topography comes to mind
blues depicting life in detail
I’d sit pretty within the sky line
if the voyage across the seas
called you away; waking the beast inside
use your mind, I’d plea
wouldn’t be like you to hide
if photography was your passion
and you found me teary-eyed in wonder
nature hook’d a poetess of attraction
and to know her is to love her
Renaissance
evaluate with the eyes of Hamlet
allow your breath to stop
hand to hand you may notice
the love you feel you may not
Power
insurance required
beginning of the ending
memory delete
Made to Display
someone should claim her
take her straight home
pink like cotton candy
and made for a throne
Possible Outstay
baking tradition
cinnamon sugar combo
more eaters needed
home seemingly quietier
woman for hire
Playing Pretend
make believe moment
silly self conversation
popping yellow corn
Vulnerability
we’re supposed to be thankful,
even prepared for adventure,
makes us tougher.
I didnt ask, and strength is relative.
Bitter
Pristine in color
brings laughter along to play
causes wistfulness.
I’d beg, but daylight is fleeting.
Revelation
Snowflakes’ touch is delicate
lips ruby red; passionate
my tongue quick to taste.
The water slows, and life quiets.
Peace
Forethought
reckless eyes fixate
messy shallows glistening
don’t sip water
With Change
when gathering
for granddad’s funeral
no one’s vehicle tires turned into the yard similarly.
even gravel sounded different as folks drove in and chose a place to park.
the earth where his brown Ford pickup had been parked for nearly 70 years
– until Uncle drove it away –
had grass growing again,
but had for nearly fifteen years, I suppose.
I wonder if I’m the only one
who noticed. I never asked.
Accessories
a wooden hand cross holds
my hand back; touched
a child’s toy soldier to remind
me daily of him; once protected
a rock from the mountains; pure
joy exists.
Compartmentalized needs.
Keepsake
flora attending
reminders beckon hither
pastel sweet cream
Reminder
who we are is decided
yet ever flowing, correct?
be the breeze; gentle and free
be steadfast in image, thought
and deeds,
I see you, Mr. Redbird, I see you
watching me among the debris.
Your tweet insists following
or even a reminder you’re near,
but most of all its a sign
I do know love, and hello new year.
Up There
watched the stars, after dark last night
in and out the door I’d go
this to the bin and that, the shed
eyes towards the black sky
stars like lights, I thought
looks busier up there, I mutter
Patience
Where did my thoughts go
Back burner, they’d disclose
Who chased me away
A silly dream, I’d say
How come I’m quiet
Learning my place, but I digress
What’s the plan
To heal and begin again, I guess
When will you emerge
Today.
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 