I secretly sneaked into your closet
for a vowel, a consonant, a simile
for perfect syllables, apt images, to pen a poem
Ideas came overflowing
Words fell like cloudbursts
building lumps to phrases
Slowly pooling in my mind
Oceans and rivers began to form
surging and uprising
from finger tips to colossal domes
Flooding and drowning
everything in it’s wake
Then the touch of your curved lips
Unruffled my entire composition
It got molded deep
into the vault of your mouth
Now I can feel and hear my poem
In the sphere of your heaven
-It all looks so gorgeous.
Met this lass named spring
She wore a princess dress
blushing pink as dawn
merrily she strolled
through fields and bawns
She sang to the trees
them green, some bloom!
As she touched the flowers
beauty burst forth.
She called out!
Strolling though the jungle in a warm summer night,
I’m enjoying the breeze in the waning light,
Endless valleys and limitless stones
These bones- these bones they walk alone
Nocturnal animals are questioning my senses,
Night owl is out with his moves so pensive
Off the sycamore and red oak tall shadows fall,
Hiding the wolf and his soulful call.
Lake loon and turtles are making their splashes,
As into the water the bullfrog dashes,
Clicking of bats flitting in the air,
Chirping of crickets and the huffing of a bear.
I stop for a moment to listen to it all,
And I cannot begin to recall,
A better symphony than I hear tonight,
As I walk through the woods in a warm summer night
The dawn is fragrant with a ruby rose,
Golden shining sun shyly winks
Such pretty flowers sing
I watch as stillness flings
Footprints follow like a shadow as I walk
Never saw, never felt, a moment so calm
Brightened beats stage a warm heart
Wealth of music, words, fine art.
On the wings of time wounds fly
A rage swallowed with no sigh.
This earth is so lovely
Why then our sad story?
Moral compass lost
Faith’s lighthouse in need!
Up I went hiking among the soul of clouds
Hoping to catch the sun seeds in my palm
As petals sing a lullaby it gets so real and
I cast my heart into the stream of its melody
The brook is cutting through the boulder
with every single precious beat
set sail the worries on a willow
as meadow fairies hoist the breeze
In silent conversations with the heavens
relaxing on a log that’s been expertly hewn
I can hear the patchy sounds of the horn
ushered by a gentle zephyr
Time to descend and collide with obligations
The plastic smiles replacing imposing nature
Walking around, with the fake crowd,
As if pretending to be alive!
Her life was like a room without a window,
those ‘rainy day’ eyes,
could have formed a deep river,
but no ship sailed upon it,
to carry me to her
and I would have kissed away every tear.
Misplaced, I could feel her yearning,
for love, she had never known,
confused and lost, but her silence,
left her trapped in burdensome meadows,
and I wonder if I could have shown her the way.
From the silent screams of her tongue,
I could feel the pain of her spirit,
feel the lacerations piercing her heart.
If only my words could have soothed her,
but even they could not save her.
As the lights dimmed,
silent stars became the nature of my poetry,
I asked the moon why?
but clouds covered his expression.
Now my mind is a time machine
of her memories, her voice still haunts,
as I ponder if the thunder will persist,
because I’m too afraid to close my eyes.
In your eyes so clear,
I see the hope for the future,
In your eyes like a butterfly,
I see the colors of success.
In your eyes,mixed with love,
Vision and passion,
A dream has emerged,
A dream is growing,
Your eyes tell a story,
I see bliss standing.
Only in your eyes….
sing in soft breeze whispers
as tiger lilies smile
along a wandering
fence line blushing
add the sweetest harmonies
to this wondrous concerto
of a new dawn breaking
on the far horizon
The day renews across the sky
As the world awakens again
Slowly the clockwork creaks and groans
And well-rehearsed life energizes the day.
this morning you’re sleeping
Hoping your dreams
are a beautiful view