Read this rengay that David and I wrote. An interesting poet duet. 1)three little goldfisheach chasing its own current —glass holds their chaos 2)Nibble on crumbs, fool’s flotsamChase rainbows instead, for gold3)morning light —brightness flickeringon curved walls4)Disco strobe light shinesReflections of the morning Sip tea by the pond5)all that sky on the surfacemere inches inContinue reading “Goldfish Chasing Rainbows”
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Winter’s Beginning Ends
The evening’s moon shone upon the newly fallen snowMy love lay beneath itFresh as the breath of a new dawn, pure white in colorNo trace of the stain of my tearsI fear to tread upon it, to mar such perfect a blanketYet the words echoThe reflection of the moon’s light pales and dims in memoryTheyContinue reading “Winter’s Beginning Ends”
With Grace I’ve Been Fed
I’ve been hungry. Not just a mere inconvenienceHunger as a presenceA dinner companion as you salivate over a slice of breadSo it is not with grace that I bless this foodBut in knowing it’s graceThat I have been fed. This was for a dVerse prompt: Pen us a poem of precisely 44 words (not countingContinue reading “With Grace I’ve Been Fed”
Ignite
Ignite the fire in my heartStart the flame Burn in my eyesI want to see you as fireBonfire of desireI stand before the flamesWatching As you turn my indifference into ashIgnite my passionLight my flameWatch as I burnInto cinders Yours to claim Audio book listener? Well check out Just One Kiss written by me, narratedContinue reading “Ignite”
Is This Not Love?
Look around you, it lays there among the clutter and mess,The tidy corners and cleaned spills.There, where dirty socks used to lay or lay still, There, where footsteps left their imprints from the rain.Is this not love?As I sit alone in the warmth of the bed where your body did layAs I sit across fromContinue reading “Is This Not Love?”
I’m Weak
I am weak for merely, am just a manYour body I still crave though you have goneNo longer mine to set my gaze uponOver as quickly as it had beganYou rule my thoughts as only lonely canI’m small in the sight of my mirror onThe wall shining light of an early dawnMirror reflecting horrors thatContinue reading “I’m Weak”
If I Could Not Touch You
If I could never touch you again, I’d lose my will. I could not go, on or through. I’d crumble where I stood. Who could stand such cruelty? Who would do such a thing? How could I stand to look at you, knowing my hands could not feel your body again?I’d remember the feel ofContinue reading “If I Could Not Touch You”
Flower Waiting
Petals closed in sleepWinter winds over the groundFlowers hibernateWaiting for spring sunTo awaken sleeping eyesClimb up through the groundSay hello to warmthSay hello to new sunshineSay goodbye winterFlower waiting sleepsTo awaken in the spring This is from a dVerse prompt: So today, I’d like you to pen us a poem that includes some form ofContinue reading “Flower Waiting”
Calm Before War
On the eve before the warThe calm in the streetsIs an eerie echo that rattles in my mindLike the faint call of a forgotten loverOr a missing child. It calls to me with it’s naïve whimsyCome let’s playIt’s all make believeYou’re safe where you are.I stand on the precipiceWatching the fires burnLike spots on theContinue reading “Calm Before War”
Which Makes Our Wicked Loving Ways Sublime
Marveling at a love so fairI hold her hand in mineHer eyes meet me where I amA love true, pure and divineWhich makes our wicked loving ways sublimeFlirtatious flutters of her lashes,Lashes of her whip tailed witCut deep, so sweet, so many times;I look so forward to it.Marveling at a love so fair.Her skin soContinue reading “Which Makes Our Wicked Loving Ways Sublime”
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