like sugar spun crystals
lined up in a row
pure white dresses and vales
we waited..we waited
to be hand maidens of God
tiny tiaras upon our heads
we waited
Sunday, July 31, 2011
A Small stone#32
lined up in a row
pure white dresses and vales
we waited..we waited
to be hand maidens of God
tiny tiaras upon our heads
we waited
Saturday, July 30, 2011
Friday, July 29, 2011
We are...We are
I long for you
I breath your scent
entwined with mine
love echos in our limbs
coming to a head
reaching heaven in
one touch, one kiss, one caress
oh love, we are we are
Thursday, July 28, 2011
Sensaktional Haiku Wedsnday
a poets world is
often filled with such sadness
light fading too soon
frustration shadows
great works of brilliant glory
ending in their death
They Burn Brightest
some for a moment of beauty
great poets burn the brightest
writing in a fury before their
light ends...fading in an empty bottle
Before I Die.....
before I die
may the roses bloom
and my sons become men
and may I at last find peace
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
My Empty House
of times gone by
children's voices
raised in laughter
crying out with nightmares
now all is empty
all that once was
is no more
all my needs done
a house once alive and vital
lies empty and dead
Monday, July 25, 2011
At Night
In my head I paint a picture of what you were
though I see you clearly through the mist
that filters around you
words sounding in my head
your voice fills my soul
too soon too soon your voice fills my being
though I see you clearly through the mist
that filters around you
words sounding in my head
your voice fills my soul
too soon too soon your voice fills my being
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Predestined
my indecision led to death
no option of power over this had I
alas my fate was predestined
no option of power over this had I
alas my fate was predestined
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Other Voices
I hear voices other voices
they rise noisily from the ocean
mine
lost in the rough seas
now I hear my name called
whispering words of desire
can it be
can it be his voice
among so many echos
that sound in the ocean
it is not the voice remembered
this speaks of sorrow and loss
but still it speaks to me
his voice was mellow
as is the one that calls to me
I feel his power in the waves
oh let it be,let it be
it leads me ever towards
a dark and stormy sea
sweet and low he calls
come to me my love,come
Monday, July 11, 2011
Moon Tides
pale cold light
spun quicksilver
on gossamer leaves.
moon tides ebb then flow
as men's hearts
ride the luminous waves
Infatuation
infatuation
plays out in sorrow and pain
what was once is not
love not based in the soul fades
till life is not worth living
Identity....Unknown
sorrow grows in my heart
a willow tree bent and heavy with tears
pale green leaves dripping onto
newly tilled earth a barren mound
wherein lies forgotten unmarked summers end
a life never lived
a love never known
a name never given
pain which has no end
grief which knows no bounds
loss which has no meaning
unholy ground with no salvation
time will not cover my raw wound
no green will ever grow
too late too late
whispers the willow tree
winter pervades my thoughts
ice rain grips my soul
tho the still green willow leaves
move softly in the sun warmed winds
pale green willow leaves summers end
gently fall where I would lie
forsaking all humanity
to sleep to rest sweet oblivion
beneath the weeping willow leaves
that shades you still
beneath all worries
some other green to cover me
Down To The Sea
| Down to the sea in sorrow she walked... obsessed with the black glacial ocean. She circled the cold wet rocky sand walking deeper and deeper into the outgoing tide. With each wave her steps washed away forever. The dark depths called out to her... Some thought her mad...those without feeling and pity others whom had walked her walk knew the hot pain of loss. Some wondered for what she searched, was it the echo of the mighty humpbacked whales that sing their haunting song of love as they swam the shoreline. Alone standing in the twilight,she could hear their lament She turned as her shadows that ever followed softly called...fear not the sea it is your lover he has returned and waits for you...deep amid the waves. She looked back once more then walked in to the ocean's arms his arms, for it was here the sea had claimed him. Drowning in want and need...she answered his call down to the black sea forever trapped in sorrow her heart searched for him |
Sunday, July 10, 2011
Touching You
in darkness I reach for you across the creamy white sheets.Thunder sounds followed by lighting. The room flames and I can see your sleeping form.Oh to touch you. To feel your cool smooth skin.To touch you,pressing my desire with my finger tips.I can feel you stir,feel your heat rise.Come my love come and fill my arms.Come my lover and enter the gate of love that opens awaiting your caress.
gates of paradise
await your silken kisses
body heat rises
Saturday, July 9, 2011
Tne Ophelia
Murky sea water laps silently against an old weathered boat. Once strong young men took to the sea in her.Then a beauty named Ophelia. She road the high waves in many a storm. Using only the stars for guidance,she brought them safely home each time.Now a wreck that was loved no more,she wept at her fate.
bottomless boat lies
breached on the shores sandy crest
Ophelia dreams on
Friday, July 8, 2011
Thursday, July 7, 2011
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
Respect
respect nature
it shall give you the sweetest of blooms
feed the earth
it shall give your many fruits
respect life
and yours shall be long
Silence And The Angel
As a child she spoke little if ever
until the age of five
finding comfort in the deep silence
that she wove tightly around herself
The little girl reached out
Not for another's arms
But for an angel only she could see
Content to sit beneath a table
Or in some tiny corner
Where none could find her
But she listened to every sound
Every word which assaulted her tender ears
She had heard them
Every day every night
And she knew
She knew she wanted no part of it
Shadows were her playmates
Darkness her best friend
For darkness hid her well
When discovered her large gray eyes
Would close in fear
Her little body trembled
But not a word would she utter
Just a tiny moan broke free from her
Then silence
Silence until it would start again
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
The Keyhole
We would peek through the keyhole
when we heard that sound.
The sound of hand meeting skin and bone.
The screams, the pleas
the cries, the moans.
Never ending, never ending.
I could not bear it,
my tiny body shaking with fear
but she, she alone
made me look.
Time and again, while whispering
softly in my ear.
Remember this, remember this
and I would.
Running
dappled sun spots on
the shady side of the street
I stretch my long legs
running faster and faster
until the red hot sun sets.
Oh, Can You See
oh say can you see
in the pale moon light
dappled leaf patterns across
the old dark lane
were blooms by day lush purple
hydrangeas and peonies
now misty visions of elves
and faeries floating on silver beams of light
casting spells sprinkled
in pure golden angel dust
they dance and fly
Monday, July 4, 2011
Goodbye My Love
goodbye my sweet lovely one
please fret you not my dear
for I am where I must be and you must remain
love of you is forever with in my heart
though I lie at rest beneath this turned black earth
in time, look to see my love, in all the flowers that grow
hang daisy chains on my stone lie primrose on my breast
cover me in rose petals mixed with blue iris that I love
warm my cold cold blood with bluebells and honeysuckle
blow a breath across my grave,reach down into the black black earth
touch the ring that binds us for eternity from gray to black
kiss my withered lips just one more time and taste the essence of me
feel the blue green moss, how soft...it will will keep me warm when winter winds blow
come and place your hand upon my stone, hear me whisper, I love thee so.
worry not beloved 'twill seem like but a passing cloud
still your mind and here me call, I miss you so, I miss you so
may angels hold your heart and kiss your lips until we meet once more
once more to kiss your rosy lips and sweet flower breath
Words Of Color
When she spoke
her words became
shades of silver and gray
Filling the morning mist
rising from her body
with a rainbow of thoughts
In her mind
she could see herself
covered in their silky touch.
Colors sparkled as she moved
breathing in and out
she walked
shimmering
colors swirling around her
In a maze she walked
while jeweled tones fell
gently beneath her feet.
Her eyes opened upon the morning world
seeing what others could not
The color of her words
filled her with wonder
as her laughter echoed
in silver and gray
As Candles Burn
my candle burns at both ends
lighting the filaments of my life
echoing back a moment
echoing each action of love
burning fiercely all rests within
flashes of time gone wild
race before my mind
foretelling my dark dreams
The Flaw
within each one lies
a flaw buried deep beneath our hearts
do not head it's call
though strange sometimes is the pull
into the darkness that waits
Saturday, July 2, 2011
In Plan Sight
none see the real me
I hide behind a wall of poetry
woven,my writing and my meaning
deep in my heart pain passion rein
delusions are real,life a memory
I fear for being seen for what I am
in truth I am a gentle soul seeking acceptance
longing for love,physical touch
my shaded being so empty so loss
my shyness cripples my friendships
only in poetry am I free to be seen
free to say what I may
Friday, July 1, 2011
Moving On
So hard, so hard to forget his kisses and warm embrace.Bedroom whispers in the dark.Such a loss his love,such a waste of beauty try as I might,I still miss him.Friends say it's time,move on and live your life.He is no more then the stone that marks his passing.Oh but he fills my nights with dreams.The empty side of the bed,retains his impression.In my waking dreams I feel him beside me.In sleep he calls my name.Can't move on,can't free my soul.His image is burned deeply within.If I had the creators power,I would wake him from this deep sleep.But that remains with God.Missing his caresses,my body longs for that touch.Come home to me my love and we shall move on together.
moving on is hard
when ones life alters with death
their is no return
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