Tender eyes and tender knees
Brighter than a sting
Sighs in the northern wind
Sighs in the spruce and willow
Calls to the setting sun
Twixt tailored swallow and shining minnow,
“My love, my love, my love!”
Tag: Poetry
I walk the beach
Hurricane upon hurricane
Have freed it of your scent
Spray and mussel bound rocks
Give way to mountains and…
Home, I’m coming home
Just trying something
I don’t mind walking the quieter path
Where heads don’t bob up to see you pass
It’s a place I’ve kicked and fought for
And finally was gifted by cruelty
But the simple air, walking as the crowd dismissed
I thrive here
With the gum wrappers and ticker tape
Long after the parade
I walk
Remembering what looks got
Got me
What attention wrought
Now I’m nobody’s type
Just an afterthought
And I can feel the energy coming
Better than I could smiling and thinking I was cute or smart
No it’s easier along the quiet path
Where men don’t give second glances
And people snicker when you’re dancing
Because the alternative being seen as an object to touch and bump was hell
Muse
You don’t find a muse,
They’re thrust upon you
The good ones won’t accept
The bad ones don’t know how Muses turn out
So they dance
But the best ones would melt you in their crockery with lips this close to your ear
Telling you how to revise your work
They’re beautiful
Achingly beautiful in none of the ways they should be
They shake at the same frequency some say
But this is false
They harmonize again and again then break your face into tears of rejection
Not teenage breakup
No
The heavy stuff
The pull your ear off, fill your pockets with pond and rocks stuff
And walk you back before you are lost
Start again they say
Oh, and kiss you
The kiss to sway love
but not in the way you would be kissed
No if you wish the cheek you’ll get the lips
And vice versa
Muses are not mythical or rare
Some come in dozens
Some visit annually
But the true muse
You both hate and admire
Despise and long for
Would baby then be cradled in return
True muse, so it goes, gives you what you need
Even if it breaks her
And you will break her
Every time you put your pen to page
The Love Poem
I repeat his love letters
Like lace the lay over my eyes
Shadows in my vision
A haunting long since gone
A breath of curses now on his lips
I repeat his love letters
Into my soup
Hungrily eat
The dusting of pepper
And salt
The 6 pack of favorite drink
Ignorant of my reply
When I turn
Thrashing my back when I recite again
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
When is it your poem
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
When is it my words
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
When is it complete
Love
How unfair is love
If but a thunderstrike of attention
Could turn your head
From years of calm summer days
Or a thunderstorm
Receive more praise than clement fields
Or hurricane pull you from your vows
When one fingertip could push you away from hands upon hands upon hands holding you up
How unfair is love
Pursued
I thought I’d lost him in the silence
Of five years
A scent was lost
A lot of hair
When I turned to get a sense of his chapter
Full blown he spoke of the girl he loved
Still I run
Pursued by
Those sweet lullabies and stream treasures
Afraid to hear the final triumph
The bay of her name
Knowing it is not me
It is not me
Insanity
Let my heart break
I am done
I am done
What cruel love to weigh family less than heart
What fantastic love to pursue to death thy heart
And yet I will not run aground
For the sake of the many
I shrink
I am lost
Ophelia! Embrace me- Hamlet is at my ears
Woolf! Embrace me- the madness will not thin
And I am but one of a herd
The Glow
By lightswitch, you are remarkable
And in the sun there is no one brighter than you
My child
My heavenly gift
My love
Alone
I have climbed as high as you have but started on a hole
Now my brain is slack, unrhythmic in this ever widening edge
In every spin I clap up against fear
I see the hard edges in all I love
And hate them for it
I abandoned the needful in my illness
Trying to press their own hands together
To return them to a journey alone
As I fell behind
And where are my succoring hands
In this spreading edge who dares cross
I press my hands together and pray
Alone
And begin the climb again
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