roses fill the sky
with the fragrance of the tide
as petals sing to the moon
under the canopy of our afternoon
know
there’s always been a piece of me in you
a mirror or two
reflects back our love
while we climb the ladder of chaos
still embossed
with an evening of frost
as we set off
on a journey to reclaim our love lost
Photo by G4889166 , Pixabay
trepidation is a trickle of dew
upon a flower sitting kindly
in the afternoon sun
long and lovely
bending towards the warmth of your smile
a radiance wild
nesting inside my heart
weaved of colors long and short
blues, lavenders, and pinks, always remind me of you
a rainbow festival calls
while I linger in the shadows petals
and their beautiful hues
falling from the sky
a love canopy goes by
dropping the essence of our love
purely divined
and oft remembered during these most magical of times
Photo by ArtTower, Pixabay
life breathes through my pores
like the rain in an afternoon of prose
written just before bedtime
while the love within me shines
through my heart and onto the page
with a vibrancy that is beyond
the stage
set from the past, while relations come to pass
I learn
to lean into the marigolds rising
like the masses
while learning more about my past transgressions
and the love that lives inside the ashes
Photo by ArtTower, Pixabay
purple colors fill the sky
a mixture of violet and lavender
like tears that have dried
they crumble through my pores
leaking a love that’s lived through more
than this man can define
the last time I faced these truths
I cried and cried
yet
knowing this truth today
my fear subsides
and sits in my heart
where love always resides
Photo by Prawny, Pixabay
I am so pleased to announce that my poem, cloudless drifter, is now available at MasticadoresIndia. Thank you to Terveen Gill, and the team at MasticadoresIndia for their continued support, and for publishing this piece.
cloudless drifter
oranges and limes fill the sky
a scent reminiscent of another time
when love was like a drop of candy in the winter
and the fields were dusty
a cloudless drifter…
I would be honored if you would go here, and read the rest of my poem. Thank you!
Photo by prettysleepy1, Pixabay
white blossoms fill the trees
they make me believe
in the stars that glisten from the leaves
it’s hard sometimes to find intrigue
among the violins playing in the rain
they sip the wind
while bursting with notes wide and thin
a series of flashes begets the sky
bringing me present
to all the gifts we’ve been given over time
while I wrestle with the love inside
knowing
you’ll always be here
even when I hide
you’ll call for me
as the wind subsides
Photo by Pezibear, Pixabay
passion lives in the wind
and in every pocket of your skin
just as magic resides
in our hearts and minds
Do you remember how it felt when kindness reigned the night?
love burned brighter than it’s ever been
caressing every tree limb
while dripping with a gentle touch
it’s just enough
to know you are there, and I am here
waiting upon your kiss carried on the wind
like seeds floating through the atmosphere
the membrane between you and I becomes thin
Photo by David_Do, Pixabay
the tree climbs through my veins
a richness profane
like a sacred text masquerade
speaking to me of burnt amber
and a subtle and textured decanter
filled with life brimming within its core
Have you ever felt this kind of love before?
it’s just around the corner from here
in a field made from love gifted true
and as I kept watch, you grew
while the feelings ran through
like the magic already living inside of you
Photo by David_Do, Pixabay
Recently, David, of The Skeptic’s Kaddish launched an initiative called, Poetry Partners. It is an amazing initiative, which invites poets to submit a poem, and then David writes a response poem. I contemplated a poem to send to David for some time, and then finally did about a month ago.
Here is the poem I sent to David.
a lining of silver
I sit atop a tower, looking down
at the flowers briar,
calling to me at all hours
it is
beauty
seen
in
the myriad contours and folds of life’s road —
gold
and shining in the afternoon sun,
watching from afar,
they run
frolicking in nature’s bounty, like slivers
of dust, the night away,
they wash
as the
clouds hang
onto the love
they feel within
gathering
up our tears, a lining of silver
remains
thin
delivering back the tears collected,
delight spreads across the
land
as our tears seed
hope and love
inside
the
flowers briar once again
Now, here is David’s poem in response to my poem.
A crystalline by ben Alexander of ‘The Skeptic’s Kaddish’
An arrogant little man looked
out upon glowing sunflower fields.
If their lovely soul wouldn’t bow,
he’d simply be forced to Dehull her.
“Forward! Bring that fucking bitch to me!”
Soldiers marched, tanks rolled; rockets flew.
But the flowers resisted and stood
tall against the might of his troops.
‘Grind them down!’ he shouted, enraged,
‘Press forward! We shall Extract our price!’
Tears flowed forth from the flowers, but
they would not succumb to the Crude man.
Then, as though born of silver tears,
a Refined lady rose from their midst.
The train of her golden gown trailed
behind her, as she strode through the fields.
Thick clouds, hanging onto the love
they felt within, gathered up the tears.
“True hope,” the gentlewoman declared,
“shan’t be defeated by hubris.”
Deliberately, she stepped forward,
unfazed by the bullets, and beamed.
Thank you again to David for partnering with me on this amazing collaboration. What fun!
Photo associated with a lining of silver by Layers, Pixabay
fireflies sparkle like dust
reminding me of dancing chimes
lingering in the sun
they arise like a wildflower in
bloom
can you imagine the fear consumed?
walking into the waves
as they come in
we bask in a love that has never been
while the taste of your scent fills the room
and I hear you call
from the moon
whispering to me softly
I gather my nerves
and walk straight into the moonlit curve
Photo by Victoria_Borodinova, Pixabay
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