As if words might be too little for everything that this is and everything that you are. Easier to keep it all inside, cherished and nurtured. What it is though, this thing we are making, this phoenix rising, my head wants to give words to everything that’s in my heart and mending my soul. I sit with pen poised and lose myself in the thoughts. Thinking, thinking… kisses, such sweet kisses… like Aurora, I’m awakened, and the kiss is the first, of course it was the first, and also the now and my thoughts are spinning away. Pen forgotten, swept up in memories; I marvel at this, at how Life can in a heartbeat, give you back every cherished thing you thought wasn’t to be, couldn’t be… Puppy love, broken hearts, soul mates, lessons that needed learning, lessons yet to be learned. My self cracks open and the words all spill out, written on to your skin these cursive kisses and copperplate caresses… whispered in your ears and finally exhausted because there will never be enough to make up for those unspoken in that space in between.
Those words left over are limitless “I love you’s” and the rhyme is always your name and if I never wrote anything again except for these… I would be content with this body of work.
26 January 2017
My words may now seem more rare and few
I simply choose to share the best with you
Who else would understand the shape and sound
Of words formed in my heart a lifetime ago
Traced onto yours with tentative hope
20 January 2017
No words can possibly convey
This depth of union
This sweet abandon
This ordained reunion
Sharing every inch of our souls
06 January 2016
The marauder withdrew. Occasional flaming arrows or signature attack – a trojan horse variant – were vivid reminders that he enjoyed subjugation as much as decimation.
So it began; a placing of stones. Slowly at first, then rising high and sturdy until a wall – impenetrable, unassailable – surrounded the one treasure that remained unsullied.
These arms around me, this shoulder for my head
Strong back, long legs that steady as my intentions tumble down
A silent cacophony, rushing madly, lightning and surging
Examining this exultation amidst the rubble, I understand
This kiss that I’d thought was a long ago echo
Has become here and now
My heart’s Jericho
18 December 2016
For a year or two before I joined WordPress I wrote privately and on a couple Facebook poetry pages. One page – The Eclectic Poet – is still there, suffering the same neglect that WordPress does but once in a blue… the algorithms that be will cast up a “Your Memories On Facebook” post that isn’t just a photo but one of those long ago snapshots in words.
This piece is titled “Blue” and is one of my stream-of-thought or two-AM-thoughts style pieces. It was written on 17 October 2011 and never shared publicly. I rather like it.
Cut and paste from Facebook, this is “Blue”.
Everybody wants a piece but only on their terms
I feel so… stretched
Pulled thin and transparent
I have enough for everyone if they aren’t greedy
My heart needs… replenishing
Pumped out and labouring
Brown eyes like amber
Tell me all your heart’s secrets
Such treasures preserved
Mahogany, amber, teak, chocolate
Leather, chamois, silk, velvet
blood, wine, cigarettes, coffee
I can’t get you out of my head. Not normally a bad thing. Very, very frustrating today.
When I close my eyes I can see you. Worse. Sometimes I can feel you.
I can hardly stand to be in my own skin. It’s like I have a fever. On fire, shaking.
I want you here… You are what I need to replenish… Fill me up with you.
Such a tangled web we’ve woven
Your benign indifference leaves me frozen
Snap you fingers, demand my fire
This bed feels like a funeral pyre
If you don’t love me, leave me be
You can’t pick & choose the parts of me
17 October 2016
So long my friend, farewell
You’ve served me long and well
Though it’s time for us to part
I’ll keep you always in my heart
Adieu mon ami, vous allez manquer
A new life and love are calling me
Should we chance to meet again
Smile and greet me as a friend
17 April 2016
Dear WordPress friends, my mini vacation from maintaining this and my Facebook poetry page has been good. Cutting the ties to Twitter and Google+ has been wonderful!
For some time, I’ve had a sense that I’m ready to move away from writing to other pursuits and certainly this break from the false expectations involved in nurturing a poetry blog has been both enlightening and freeing – such peace of mind gained!
I’ve enjoyed meeting and sharing with so many talented people and will try to pop ’round to your blogs once in a while to click ‘hello’ or post the odd piece on mine.
So, until then be happy, be well and… for heaven’s sake!
Get off the computer, go outside and play! 🙂
Last night, as I studied your face
(the brown eyes and curls I loved, now a semi stranger’s pixels)
I thought how much better the world would be
(i would be, you would be, even if it is in this two-dimensional world)
If you didn’t confuse empathetic with pathetic, reaching for grasping
(the world can be an unkind place but my heart will always be a haven, even for you)
18 March 2016