Indolent as the sinking sun
Tucked in beneath the sheets
Of stratus hovering on skin
Up to her lady's chin
Propose a new locution
To discern a lover's toil
Mute and bewildered
By the tragic dimming light
For blazing sensitivity
Could ne'er reduce the spoils
Of cherished forest nymph on lute
Of loss mythologised
Tame the darkest craving
Urge of new moon water signs
Embody all we never spake
Through threads touched by desires
I'll bet - if I had the chance again - An alpine mosaic winds its way through your mind just like the landscape of your hands feet and neck do mine
In all your stories
In that universe of yours
I noticed, you're alone
Haunted by voices
Evading natural horrors
Sense of place strong
As if wedded to landscape
Betrothed to the sea
Enamoured by creatures
A sensory plea
Once raging storms settle
Sunrise warms skin
Will one day a touch
Be welcomed in
Give in to the water let it swallow you whole may it wash all your cares whisper to your soul that the weight of the world an illusion at best the waves and swell can hold you at rest
The heart of a woman
Is very much like
the earth
At its core
A fire burns
It has its quake
At its face
Life flourishes
It has its birth
In its depths
It has its treasures
Too
Poem inspired by Vincent Van Gogh’s The Heart of Man
If only one knew the varietal
Upon first sight
One would not wonder why
Petals faded
After such a short time
Once saw the blush of full bloom
Though only an old image
Ill wondered if my touch
Would arouse another season
One who sorely knows
Hearts are happy wanderers
Gladly lets love go
Summer entrances
Thoughts of her dancing on breeze
Listless waking dreams
Many times her gaze
As bronzed kiss on nape of neck
Refuses to fade
Fever held tighter
One day of love lasts lifetimes
Burst seed sown in mind
At last, hope all but declined
To fill the void and vacant mind
Unthinkingly returned to find
Her soft response - as silk - sublime
Flesh of petal, down of breeze
Float respondent, clasped with ease
A moment rendered skips repeat
Upon the joy bells fringe appease
Wavering as the hooded green
Time was all a seasoned dream
Though orchid eyes all summer roam
Abiding sight I've never known
Once a many ravens Perched on picnic walls Encroaching so daringly Staring back and forth Babes in arms were cradled Toddlers stopped from harm Backed away hauntingly Edge from warm spring calm Escape to caves below Calcified remains. Hundred years a column Ancestors' way laid Cacophany of cries Heard across the skies Sharp eye of witnesses Those who bled and died ~Inspired by The Nightingale Film (2018)
Count the stars of heaven 