Visionary Heart

My trembles are you;
a part of you so ingrained,
entrenched within my mental and moral constitution.

I pity there is no eternal power
nor anomaly
in this wayward stack
of melting rainbows –
none at all, it seems,
to guide me.

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Arrows

arrows
arrows they bled tears
thin sheets of time
split words under water
in jawless whirls
nails in clouds fill my dream

these sheets of tender ink
leave words under stones
to colour these stitches
fetch love in threads

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Numb and insensate

Feeling slow,

Evening Solitude: A set of Haikus

If friendship measured
In yardsticks of achievements
Prefer enemies

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For your professed love
Abandoned those that loved you
Beware betrayal

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Wings are for flying
It will be cruel to clip
The wide world beckons

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No words are spoken
Silence heavy in our hearts
Forever a lie

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Evening solitude
Raging tsunami torments
Forlorn heart sheds tears

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This poem was first published on http://www.fleetingmuse.wordpress.com on January 5, 2019.

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Altered Carbon

I pinned my phosphorus heart

to the crisp linen sleeve

of my mourning suit

where all could see

your initials

carved deep

Dream Catcher

This piece was inspired by lines of a poem written by Auroraboros in response to a Three Day Quote Challenge.

 

dwelling in this

dark

delicate world

I have sat sentry

all hours of the night

listening, with intent

Marked

We were more than fingerprints

brushed across each other’s wrists

we loved recklessly

and deeply

No Voice Left

 

Forrest reminded us that life is like a box of chocolates
Who knows what we will get as we go though challenges
There are times we see planets align we feel so blessed
Then we turn around, almost knocked down by changes.

Halfway

you talk words
and I
speak symbols

you make plans
and I
dream far away

you turn off the tune
and I
still hear it play

Waking Dreams (revisited)

Your eyes haunt me

as I wander in this waking dream

the way you look at me

the way you look into me

seeing everything I keep hidden

everything that I keep close

you never look away

Skin

It is rumored that there are 50 words

In the Eskimo language for snow

I ponder

Why are there not 50 words in the

English language

That I could draw upon

To describe that moment

When your bare skin

Touches my bare skin?

The Calculation of Light Years

The distance between us

is not easily calculated using miles or kilometers

or fathoms or light years

this distance

is a living, breathing, mutable thing

shifting between us

Reunion (Revisited)

Time slows down

The moment we touch

Rest of the world

Drifts away

There is only

Remembering

you

Remembering

us

Together

Surrender to Decay

The words in italics are directly taken from the Beverage Menus at Fermenteria and Tired Hands Brew Cafe. They serves as inspiration for this poem.

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He was half gentleman, not beast

An ever charming sentinel

Marked by his military bearing

She found him to have an awake mind

Full of Blue Eyed Soul

Relentlessly dry sense of humor

When Darkness Falls

Darkness has settled in

Surrounds me

The cold outside our four snug walls

Frosts our windows

Turns snow into a hard, white crust

The day has been long my love

I have been doing battle with the world today

I have been doing battle with myself

Haiku on Trust

A relationship
Is closer when built on trust.
Fear builds calluses.

On One Knee

You look at me,
with eyes full of light
Like a hundred windows to your soul
opening so bright.

You smile, and I,
struck with such unparalleled beauty,
cannot but smile at your pretty face
as the sun behind us fades.

To Me

I hope you know.. that to me,

You were the blossoming flowers of spring,
You were the precious diamonds shining on an engagement ring,
You were the source of light to my everything.

Jars

jars
are we not
with those units
of measurement, held
in each other’s conscious eyes

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I miss your head
On my chest,
Your hair
Tickling my nose,
Peek of your eyes
As you glace up at
Me.

Heights

We are birds, in flight
On varying heights
Inevitable

You see clouds
I do not

Understanding Misunderstanding

O, what I understood
In understanding understanding

O, what I understood
In understanding what I misunderstood

Together

Lost, you felt, I know
In my rivers of gushing thoughts
Finding rocks underneath

Relationship

Now I see, your oceans
in my deserts

Now I see, your trees
in my shrubs

Sides

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Sides, we lie upon
Sides, we touch the most
Sides, of our green souls
Ripe, in sweet yellow
With age, in long years

Help Me Shine

I broke my heart
To make you whole
Gave up my warmth
When you were cold

Maybe I Like Picasso

Woman Playing Mandolin, Picasso

Maybe I Like Picasso

My Guardianship ~ Our Guardianship

‘Tis but gain to guard the light in one’s eyes.
‘Tis but gain.