Low pizzicato Grows to resonant Rumblings Smooth like honey Touching on Harmonics Whispered words Tentatively Articulated Urging me on Telling me Love has won Wishing it would Appear to me Familiar turn Of phrase Accented praise Behind my shoulder Turn suddenly It follows me Dawning slowly This voice Is here Within
So simplistic were the rhymes
Of my childhood
Aesop and Mother Goose
Taught me how to be good
Kind and wise
Avoid Miss-Understood
Yet, they did not share with me
In black and white ink
How to dare to care
When life is on the brink
Of falling in and down
Afraid there is no settling
The nesting and pruning
Of love birds in tune
With one another
Humdrum forgetting
Singing, fanning plumage
Making room
If you should find a lover
Try to keep her hand
But if lost remember -
Not to weep for
The Summer nights
On a cold, dark night
in June.
Being present Even if Mind is elsewhere What I promised To my chillins When born Their knowledge of love Comes from this assurance I am always there for them No matter where I am To be present Even in absence Is all we require Of love If this is too much or Love is not enough Better to depart And allow The space to be Renewed If you will
Chillins, term of endearment for Scout and Jem by Calpurnia their cook, in To Kill a Mockingbird, by Harper Lee.
Affection for a close companion
Can grow should a spark
Be fanned into flame
- if a spark existed at all
So yes, I could reasonably
Imagine growing
Attracted to someone
Based on a mutual friendship
Over a long period of time.
Good looks and physique
Have never been
A precursor to attraction
For me
I am mindful of the heart
Of another
- this is all I see
On the skin and face
The smile and eyes
Come from within
For the sake of joy
To preserve
my future life and family
Shortly, my desire to live
I remembered what love
Ought to feel like.
A careless abandon
That let go of
Self-consciousness...
This ignited in me
A fire that can never
Be put out
Deciding upon What to adorn My walls To keep me content In case we need to stay in again
Thick oak-look frame Appearance is everything Sandstone smiles In the shade Sun behind Holding up a glorious Bouquet of natives Flannel flower power Blue gum leaves My own arrangement By request Selected anything With white bloom Tea tree in season Looking like A big cauliflower Dried nicely In my room I remember
The next a mirror Painted frame Like retro glam Gold and silver Telling me Look at you -How you've weathered So nicely In the stormy seas- Looking at me
Another gold Circular seal With purple For royalty A lineage When born again Not feeling it In fact it tells me Yes you studied Greek among men Not so different From the halls Of Plato Ecumenicum Blending in With other Women Carry a Grecian Jug on my head So as not to attract Attention
A bold shot of blue Spread from end to end Covered in blossoms From a shaky hand Eyes near blind World inside The mind of Monet My dear almond blossom Friend Telling me it's time To leave these walls Behind Remember the branch Severed at one end Can bloom and grow Again
Count the stars of heaven 