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.
They were verdant
with unapologetic life
a gabble of petals
tossing in an exuberance
of being, a whirlwind of growing
-of grass stains and skinned knees,
ironed dresses and morning messes
fireflies and mudpies-
Endlessly clamorously vining, trailing, flourishing and burgeoning
Until they went silent,
leaving behind
-empty rooms fragrant
with once mowed grass and overgrown memories.
a tangled treasure of lives and limbs
forever vining and intertwining-
me.
sidewalks stretch between Teslas and fir trees
where paved-over roots expand and erupt,
rippling moss-stippled cement into
uneven hills and valleys
tiny earthquakes carve gnomish mountains
out of pocked pavement
they wild the cityscape
where wee fissures appear,
slender as elf ears,
beneath stumbling feet
and unset the concrete mind
along crayoned faultlines
to release rivulets, spritely streams, of spring-fed dreams
You belong to memory like
tongues belong to peaches-
-rosy skin of ripened sun
distilling laughter
through baubles of juice
that drip to glaze your fingers
-saplings still-
refracting your ripening light
into glittering fragments cold and blinding diamonds.
I hoard color names
-thimblefuls in sheen of Goblin green and Candyfloss,
basketsful -Zephyr pale and straining,
Goosewing tins, teeming,
and thickets of sticky Cobweb sacks-
each bottomless as a she-dragon’s greed
to jewel my soul’s cradle.
they form necklace cliffs and
bracelet streams
of shimmer
to please my Eddystone eye
and soften the gloom of sky
marbling my Tundra mood with ribbons of Daybreak.
Life and death kiss each other
a fibrous intimacy
stitched in our marrow
a bass vibrato serenading
the flora and fauna
of us.
So we love fiercely
briefly
scattering our scent recklessly
fireflies lighting the path to one another.
Lost between daylight and doom
I wander the crow-cleaved skies
their ink winging
rifts along my sightlines
from inhale to exhale
I map the contours of their cacophony,
follow the blade of each wing
that splices the air
a depthless shimmer
teasing my eye
a featherlike glimmer
of the breadth between prey and prayer
Aloft, alone
with engine roar measuring my pulse,
syncopating the whistle of wind to my breath.
Wide sky aerates my eye
and my worries are mapped below -
a calligraphy of river wend
glittering through the propeller’s arc
I pilot this curve of shadow and dapple
Between valleys and creases of
checkpoints plotted,
parentheses inking rivers and roads.
I trace distances, plot minutes between before and after -
my prop parting the approaching clouds,
my rudder dragging the dust of runways long gone
and I breathe, pendulous, light-headed, beneath canvas wings
my compass swinging fore and aft, unsteady, uncertain.
Alone, held aloft by simple faith.