A little glimpse into my heart. Your comments are welcome at the link below. The other link below (NaPoWriMo 2022) will take you to the 30 poems I wrote for National Poetry Month's a poem a day challenge.
Sunlight warms its wood
- loving strokes in the shape of hands
whorls of light layered brown and gold
like gleaming hazel eyes.
Scars stipple the skin of the legs and bench -
Pale, rippled,
etching deep the satin flesh.
Still standing solid and certain beneath garlands of devil’s ivy- -Thriving writhing vines - a wreath for worn edges - verdant with unapologetic life A gleaming presence in his eternal absence.
35 years gone.
It falls like a gentle poison, glazing
blood and bile - a slick and sickly sheen too thick
for breath or breadth of thought, muscles lazing,
eyesight hazing as though facing a lick
of light and shade - the flicker of candlewick
that limns the mind but obscures the fine crease
between skin and bone, beneath heart and ease
that pleats the soul delicately, like lace
so fine it binds the loosened fragile piece of self forever lost to its rightful place.
Time braids our bodies to earth
sticky spider silk
plaiting minutes in pouches
dangling like bushtit nests
caressed by wind and rain
ephemeral as buttercups
fleet as the crows at dinnertime
in a leaf-fat autumn dusk.
We are pendulous
expressions of the endless now possibility.
Those flagrant vines, all piss and breeze -
-The rich and rapacious weeds who prevail
upon the bony arms of limping trees
to shelter their limbs that clutch and flail
at meager branches grown from wintering roots,
and seek the summer’s sap in lifeless mud.
Beleaguered fibers thirsting for green of shoots
to feed the brazen thrust of greedy leafy buds,
all doomed to never bloom, yet sprouting creepers
who finger fragile core of fleshy fruits
where sleeping seeds burrow ever deeper
awaiting release from suckering brutes.
But love quickens Gaia’s feracious womb where seeds erupt to smother weeds’ voracious bloom.
Water Lilies Ballet
A frolic of dustlight
a merriment of sunlight
slowly deliquesce
into arabesques of color
violet shimmer, cobalt gleam
cadmium yellow, viridian green
tonal mist glimmers the air
a playful pirouette of pigment
sending sense of sunlight asunder
Yet below, quiet wonder,
a muted requiem of hue
cobalt swirls with palest blue
vermillion fades to rose
A delicate dance
in shadowed depths
Sunlight plundered.
Coffee
Ah, bliss
Just a whiff of mist rising
licking my waiting lips.
This fragrant kiss
too rich to resist.
still I linger
Watching a finger of steam rise,
A swirling cirrus blurring the blue
And lifting my eyes
to rippling sky loud with clouds
tossing sparrow song, crow clamor
and inner chatter
Asunder.
A moment of wonder
winging, singing, flinging me
into caffeinated gratitude.
Solitude Ah, bliss.
He poured umbra over his shoulders sluicing color off his back to puddle languidly in desolate corners and seep soundlessly away spilling frail filaments of lost light his grief made lucent
on lusty scrape of wind, she soars to settle, hushed,
too dense with lilt of pine and sun to rise anew
her satin feathers rest yet fluoresce air, unrushed,
with languid fragrant breath of slow perfume
tainted wild and wrestled from wind and shadowed sky
and froth of flagrant tempests yet to bloom
she’s harbinger, soul-singer, soothsayer, spy our mothers’ muse shining through stygian gloom.
All day the sun had danced on these fledgling waves
jagged hillocks gleaming like rumpled silk
limning the peaks and valleys the ridges and folds with silver glints of fire.
Now as the sun retreats to gild the hills
the waves rekindle its fevered touch
tamping it down to drown in fathomless depths
Swallowing it whole to sink below wrinkled water
to resurface as hammered silver jewels A burning grace
it sits on the tongue
coats it sunny yellow
buttery melt lusciously sweet
it licks the back of bare knees
a puppy kiss of ticklish bliss
mornings it teases the lips
tingles them pink
savory sip potently deep
middays it warms the arms
with azure breeze
breathily etched, sunnily fresh
twilight it bedazzles the eyes
in winking skies
shimmery swing radiantly bling
it babbles it sings
it chimes it rings
this flagrant fragrant chorus we sing happy
emerald womb, wet, fecund,
seizing sun’s fertile light
grazing roots of thought, soft,
tendrils glazing duckweed floats
quickening flow of blood and dew
to open our throats like the Pacific chorus frogs
who burp songs where they sit
and loosen our bent wings to flit and dip
like wrens and wood ducks come to sip
birthed whole and well in this wild
where green sings
in radiant elvish tongue hallowed tune
For I shall take my summer’s ease beside
these trees, whose teasing limbs unscroll to reach
my filigreed railing perched on high,
Their piney fingers teasing, trailing, to beseech
And beckon me to conjure wings and fly
with hummingbirds, goldfinches chickadees, jays.
in raucous, rowdy glee, winging sparks aloft
as we flicker, twitter, glitter the ruckling sky
with sizzling pink, and brilliant blue.
And ignite excite the brooding clouds with blazing hue. Daylight Fireworks
Sneaker-feet poised, tail aloft, she pauses on the top step
Surveying her domain. The space she must conquer.
Eyes slit to sapphire gleam
Jeweled vision engaged
She harnesses lurking breath, bewitches the air.
In a whisker twitch
she launches into the firmament she conjured,
The narrow stairwell stretched to infinite longevity.
Fleet feet winged with feline need.
She descends, traversing space at warp speed superluminal impulse
and propels her nine pounds of boundless bundled gravity into the oak door
Wham.
Sleek tail curled in the shape of satisfaction
She sashays away
Surveys her domain Conquered.
Twilight.
All ashes and ache,
I hover beneath the loose blue lake of sky.
where crow wings sing like slick of oars
And fireflies light their goblin torches, flit and flick
of darkling gleam.
Backlit clouds scull across the sky,
streaming a higgledy-piggledy calligraphy of runes
to untether my scuttled hope and
sweeten my ale to caramel cream.
A gabble of petals, a ramble of leaves, a scramble of stems
blooming full tilt in the vase, drifting sideways, bending, leaning,
loosening leaves, drizzling petals
that soften the table with pastel drifts sweet as first snow
butter cream daisies, blushing roses,
winter white dahlias
stirring the air with the sway of porch swings and
hammocks and rowboats and floating fishing string Summer panorama of motion
The windows flung wide, chewies and poems tossed aside
as rain rushes down and down to bless the pine trees
We pause, puppy and I, to taste the green that eases
the air between dripping sky and puppy fluff
that sprinkles our sofa and rugs and rhymes
It is sublime, this moment free of time Just us sitting and sitting by the singing rain of spring
Somedays the sun hangs listless
Half-lit, tilting toward nothing but sky
limning only the tips of clouds.
Beneath, bird breasts gleam flat matte
They offer blurred paeans on
fluttering wings, held breathless
behind sluggish glass. Restless.
Maybe we can breathe for them
Just whisper a bubble of faith
Until the sun remembers The taste of summer breeze on its fiery tongue
His sock hangs off the edge of bed,
rumpled sheets flinging
it aside long-legged jeans peek out
from the pillow, unfluffed
and lean, a blanket trails a blue
question mark on the floor.
A journal spills interrupted dreams
everywhere
books dribbling pages littering pencils
So quiet
only a sigh of wind whispers behind the curtain
Ghostly motion
unbodied motion Holding its breath in the empty room
