Love – Page 14 – One Woman's Quest

Thaw

Frozen surfaces
linger, defy offered warmth –
heart afraid to thaw.

(For Reena’s Exploration challenge #84)

Love is a Triangle

Balanced sustenance –
a recipe I seek, but
my mate is needy,
treasures extremes,
pulls, tugs – despite
the resistance,
the doubt,
I will succeed.

Triangular,
this relationship –
I hold one corner,
a loyal staple, while
he runs on sentiment,
questions mechanics,
manipulates,
threatens to tear
us apart, but
our love –
the pinnacle –
keeps us in check.

(Do you ever write a poem, tuck it away, and then discover it later, with no remembrance of the words or process? Such is this poem for me. No idea what spurred it and yet, here it is. Thought I’d share it anyway. Thanks for reading. Image is from personal collection.)

No Going Back

Broken, we embrace –
you slowly hole away,
explore a laughing woman,
lie with her of like poetry

When you awake
my self is clouds
their windows dark
but for glass –
no-one could end this.

(Magnetic Poetry seems to keep dragging me into the past. If you want to try it, the link is here.)

Worst Betrayal

Gentlest morning, and I touch
this quiet smile, lightly,
trust joy, us…

Sister shares a sad word,
where he enjoyed her honour
over me – been with, drank…

A language so strong that
dare can, in evening,
sounding old, never forget.

(Words courtesy of Magnetic Poetry online.)

A Thousand Whys

In summer they were rock,
a picture poured
of woman wanting,

but men are lazy,
could drive me to ask
a thousand why’s

Is it her play?
& will these drunks
blow through
or licker?

(Friday is magnetic poetry. The Oracle provided me with a little pun there at the end.)

Breeding Season

Golden
this heart, this plea
no makeshift proposal
I am smitten, hard bitten, sold –
be bold!
Be bold!
say you are sold, also smitten
accept this proposal
this heart, forever
golden.

(A mirror cinquain for Dark Side of the Moon’s weekly challenge. I’ve also worked in the prompts of Fandango (makeshift) and Ragtag Community (bold). Image is from personal collection. A coloured version is available on KnutsonKr8tions at Redbubble.com.)

Seasonally

One rose
dripping red, like blood from thorns –
a warning? a promise?
even roses die –
love, too?

(Written for Dark Side of the Moon’s Reverse Cinquain.)

(Image: A Rose to Ignite Passion is available on our shop at Society6.)

Past Ripe

Fertile is love –
an ancient fruit tree
soft and up-giving

were life root
almost too wet –
moony world

Secret: I wither,
am stone berry –
no rain at lake

walk bucolic earth
follow winter cover
shed colour

watcher,
will live,
do.

(Friday is Magnetic Poetry day. Image is from personal collection.)

Restless Want

Am all achy – rat
wanting an apparatus
to smear life

chanting as spring
storms in, she
is needy as you

my honey-do
lusting away, there
are men say

love soars –
juiceless boys
never can

the day rose
misty, of
bluer want.

Crusader’s Return

This exile –
self-imposed, I confess –
wears thin with age.

Too many winters
braving the cold –
heart’s frozen rebellion
against Father’s tireless raving,
Mother’s queenly submission.

So many moons
engaged in a crusade –
armed with but a hollow sword –
the chill of time lapsed,
irretrievable.

Castle lights are waning,
death lingers in the air,
and only now, on this fateful
periphery, do I wonder –
measure the rage against costs –
blame’s righteousness builds
only walls – faults corpses
rotting either side.

Empty-handed, I approach,
cowed by the enormity of task –
bearing no gifts, no legacy –
only a paltry offering
of forgiveness – pray
I am not too late.

(Image provided by Willow Poetry as her weekly challenge: What Do You See? Also linking up with Frank at the dVerse pub, whose theme tonight is blame and forgiveness. Ragtag Community’s prompt is fault.)