magnetic poetry – Page 2 – One Woman's Quest

Winter Walk

Do you stroll here
on the winter walk,
use rain as light,
follow every wild bough,
beautiful blue bird?

Climb, live, see
how happy this forest,
verdant rock moral,
sun on water, green.

(Another poem from Magnetic poetry.)

Let Up Bug!

I throb,
belly a swill of green –
never smoked…

There is good air & trees,
and warming chards

Breathe out…and spit..

Only champagne cup
would wet and waken

Let up bug!

(Friday is Magnetic Poetry day for me. Coincidentally, I have been fighting a bacterial infection, so the words are fitting.)

It

Brightest, like frost,
a moister dawn…

Did I live in peace?
Feel ancient life,
forest sanctuary,
stone moss?

The that do like him
soon rising
& almost dark,
I, insect, fall.

(Another Friday, another Magnetic poetry session.)

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.)

Soon Summer

When dawn,
an earthly murmur,
I walk, light

Soon, heat climbs,
the verdant blanket
grass, rose, blossom

I offer water,
hot, relax.

(Friday is Magnetic Poetry online.)

Adult Child

So my luck –
father’s favourite child,
me, no boy for him…

he drinks –
thousand morning scold –
knows I respect, make peace
and, you’d think
protect them

star – wishing god
was there, us
together, working it.

(Friday is Magnet Poetry online.)

Sky-Suited

Do fiddle together, they say,
as if man lust were in want

when his smooth, cool music
fingers my girly drives
are I ugly – not gorgeous?

Some waxy, like rust,
saying one of thousand

not sad, but like rain
are sky-suited.

(Fridays are Magnetic Poetry day. Play online. Image from personal collection.)

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.)