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.
I drag solitude with me everywhere
like a toddler trailing a blanky,
its fabric heavy with briars, seed husks
and longing,
drenched in pine must, leaf mud
and wish
but draped over and around me
it lifts, lightens, breathes
like the mist of cirrus clouds
and becomes my hearth and haven
cradling within
tiny silences -
the pulse of pine sap and worm crawl
the wistful weep of nestlings
the warble of sunlight on water
and I find I am home blissful.
They couldn’t be fireflies
-those flitting lovelights that kiss the dark
and perfume the air like sun-soaked grass-
but their yellow-globed flit and flicker
suggested winged critters.
soundless,
but buzzing in our blood like bee-hum,
they flickered in paired flashes -
two eyes blinking in coded dance
before our guileless gaze
bedazzling us with glitter and glimmer
of possibility
of first kisses, candlelit wishes,
of twilight dances and blushing romances
of railway passes and seafaring classes
we called them “The Lights,” unaware
they were the shimmer of
stardust and wanderlust flickering our veins
Evening flight
when sun-ripened wind holds its breath
and hawks lift their wings in praise
to spiral godward on thermals
that steeple the sky with heat
And, dad, fleet of faultless joy
lifts off the grass runway to soar
with the gulls and swifts
in cirrus swirls of pink and crimson pilots’ delight.
that winged conflagration
of endless flickering and twittering
that smothers silence
and strews disintegrating husks of memory
Linger.
Listen.
in the still of leaf weep,
in the stir of the sap spill,
dryads sigh sotto voce
elegy for the
rootless crownless
souls loosened from
dying trees.
untethered,
they seep into my sleep
vining tendrils of regret,
branches laden with longing
foresting my dreams
with the memory of us
sun drunk
with the quickening tang of winesap.
I hear the trees whispering again
A shiver of sound
giving voice to
greening
answering
the thrum of rising sap
in my arteries.
wonder is nascent
filigreeing like capillaries
of willow branches
as they sing,
moth-winged and translucent
tonguing the sough 0f the forest heartbeat
When sunlight
shines inward upon itself
banking its embers
and scattering a flicker of sparks
across the city
burnishing
cathedral spires
discarded hubcaps
and garret windowglass,
moths arise,
untent their stealth wings
and breeze together
in a fluttering hover of
reverence
to kiss the sun’s flame
with blushing proboscis
tasting the nectar of everlasting life.