Your memory hangs
Like a song on the air
A tune I know so well
Whispering through the trees
Pulling on my heart
Sweet soft weight
Of all that you were
Still here
Like a song
I’ll never hear enough
In the air
That I breathe
Poetry Day: Like a Song
Tag: Poems
NaPoWriMo-Poem#11 Something Sure
NaPoWriMo Poem #11 of 30
30 Poems in 30 Days for National Poetry Writing Month
Something Sure
Clutter on the counter
Shoes piled at the door
Now it feels like someone lives here
There’s a sense of something more
Someone’s making coffee
Cooking food
And doing chores
Sounds of life around me
Cats are stretched out on the floor
Where there once were plans for someday
Now I’m holding something sure
NaPoWriMo Poem #8 – My Book
Poem 8 of 30 Haiku
My Book
i was your chapter
year of almost everything
you, you were my book
NaPoWriMo2020- Poem#7: Gravity
NaPoWriMo2020 Poem 7 of 30
Haiku
Gravity
kisses inhale souls
one look and hearts catch fire
love’s strong gravity
NaPoWriMo2020 Poem #6- Isolation: Day 27
Poem #6 of 30
Isolation: Day 27
human movement minimal-
as if everyone but our small tribe
has traveled off planet
and we are left behind
uninvited to what’s happening anywhere else
in isolation
the inner voice yells its agenda
PACE
EAT
CREATE
RESEARCH
do something
do nothing
are they different?
now, in this void of action
left to our own devices
we sit like children
outside the principal’s office
waiting
for a ride home
NaPoWriMo Poem #30: My Job Now
This is the final entry for the April 2019 National Poetry Writing Month Challenge: 30 Poems in 30 Days. This has been so interesting and like any creative endeavor, it makes me want to go make something else. I think I’ll do some painting next…
But for now, for Paul, who filled the world for 27 years and now forever…
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My Job Now
It’s said that if a writer loves you
That you will never die
and I’m here to tell you
that it’s true-
A thousand times
Your eyes are seen
Your words are heard
Your wild heart is revealed-
Each reader who stumbles
onto your pages
starts the clock again
on your life as
they discover you-
As if you were still so young
As if you were still here
As if your heart still beat strong and true
It’s my job now
To make them not forget you
And so you come along with me
When I grab my pen and notebook
And
Together
We’ll write the tales you never got to live.
POETRY DAY: Soul Mates
Soul Mates
If the soul that was created
the same moment that my soul was made
were to walk in the world with me,
to stand beside me,
look into my eyes,
to put his mouth on mine,
we would burst into blue flame
and the light would make the nighttime day
– a wave would tear through the air
shaking the trees,
rattling windows;
people miles away would turn towards the sound
of joy/pain/ecstasy
and they would blush at witnessing
so intimate a moment
of two strangers.
Writer’s Digest Word Prompt Thursday Poem
The word prompt for Thursday Poetry today at http://www.writersdigest.com, was “On The Road”
Here’s my burnt offering…
NEXT FOOD 47 MILES
That’s why I stopped
And if I hadn’t
I never would have seen the girl
With hair climbing to Jupiter
And nails that made me think of indelicate things
Like the dangers of toilet procedures
sporting four inch claws
But, damn, this peach pie-
it is sweet hot heaven on my tongue
And I don’t care that this old plate
Has a chip from 1964.
Just drop that thing
On the formica.
I’ll make it disappear.
POETRY! Saffron
Saffron
Red threads
saffron’s
hot soft smell
bruised on finger tips
Wraps my senses
Drags me over the ocean
Autumn cool and fighting bulls
Children’s feet and hands
pounding out flamenco beats
On starlit stone streets
with blue and yellow tiled bridges
Clouds of rolling language kiss my ears
as people pass the venta
Arab blood stallion stills to watch me
Tossing its ivory mane in greeting
Paco’s finger’s flying
each note plucks my soul
Thirty eight years gone now
since my feet touched Spanish soil
each moment stored for safe keeping
deep within my cells
Some days, they wail
like cante voices
calling me back to Cadiz
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