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Heartland
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
Bloom with you
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
Happy wanderer
One who sorely knows
Hearts are happy wanderers
Gladly lets love go
Evergreen
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
Orchid eye
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
Blackbirds and Nightingales
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)
Heavy feather
All the words spoken
Feather weighed by scales of prose
One hundred to one
Dans la nuit
To know
Without a shadow
of guilt, shame, doubt
though trite it may sound
A flash of mind
Last seen 6 hours ago
To know
With all lightness
Inside
If one green bottle
on the wall should fall
the first would be me
To know
Moving from object
Gazed upon
To glitter, shards, splinters
Dangerous to bare feet
Closer to original form
To remember
squeal of soles
on soft mounds
covet seabird treasures
safely keep
Waves eternally rise
to greet me
To recall
Dans la nuit
White caps peeps through
seam of dimness
winter solstice
breathe in out rush
tides and lungs
repeat
silver lines
the new day met with constance
brazen she lay dreamily on downy pillow
proudly upon cirrus swish dreams
the weight of which pull lids deep
silken chords holding fast
basket below - up, up here we go!
ascending into senselessness
where memories roam on winds of warning
navigate desires like gusts taste of charcoal
cumulonimbus delay dawn's yearning
holding down gutless wondering
there she blows - hapless western wilds
combing fingers through silvery foam
capped on copper waves a lover's style
ancient language writhes under smiling eyes
wordless nod at time-worn heave of heart space
a fresh face crinkled by sharp cravings
admiring the anatomy of our youth
decades passing through all shades of blue
as if survived Antarctic
but no
we each to each
full of lyric, latin and lustful libre
boast of bodily heat returned to keep
Count the stars of heaven 