No path would blossom
if summers were about poetry –
a colder vine leaving me water.
Must let earth & animal
use this pure and wild air –
listen for dusk.
(I’m not running a weekly challenge, but I am inviting others to join me in playing Magnetic Poetry online. Â For details click here.)
He recalls we were gorgeous,
pleased me like an egg – fast
Why lie to men about
what blow must skin cry?
We are black from mist above moan,
I bare my drive as pink,
sit through summer of aching,
show my gown sweet…
though never did sleep.
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The air hangs heavy and yet I shiver,
threat of rain clouds the forlorn sky;
high above the palm leaves quiver,
the air hangs heavy and yet I shiver
even birdsong has become a wither
Nature’s wrath seldom a passing sigh;
the air hangs heavy and yet I shiver,
threat of rain clouds the forlorn sky.
(An attempt at a triolet for Jilly who is hosting the dVerse pub tonight.)
Serenity waits,
wrapped in Nature’s artful call,
harmony’s invite.
Seduced –
the virility of youth
irresistible even for an old
duck like me –  so unexpected,
relentless, I ignore exhaustion
lean into the fantasy, allow
desire to embrace me,
cross a boundary,
surrender…
step up
to the stage,
bare-chested,
shameless, speak
into the mic, reveal
my words: those
childlike bits
of myself;
hope
my passion
does not offend,
the blatant sexuality
of my tongue, my voice,
raw desire, peaked arousal,
does not mar my reputation,
pathetic, really, that one so past
her prime should dare to grace the
boards – surely a younger woman’s game.
(Passion Exposed was penned in December of 2016 after attending my first poetry open mic.  Having been a closet writer for most of my life, I still find it uncomfortable at times to share my words.)
No value
have these words –
splotches on white –
no meaning
structure worthless –
two-dimensional
until eyes curious
willing to linger
invite order
add focus,
insert experience
inject emotion
paint the page
with resonance
bring a poem to life.
(A thank you to all my dear readers, whose support gives me so much encouragement and brings my words to life.)
Storm clouds convene
over startled lake waters
a strengthening wind conspires
bursting forth with roars
of rain and thunder, shattering
tranquil, lazy summer dreaming.
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(This is a repost of one of my personal favourites. Check out a live performance of this poem.)
I have examined your wallpaper,
discussed the scholarly attributes
of shades of yellow, traced the edges
of your unravelling with my mind,
argued the merits of Gothic horror;
marvelled at the brilliance of wording,
the courage to define the nature of
feminine madness, the boldness to
highlight inequalities long before the
establishment of a Person’s Act.
Forgive me, but I need to set aside
this keyboard for a moment, for I tire
easily, am suffering from an exhaustion
that is systemic and calls for elimination
of all stimulus in favour of rest, you see
I share your sentence of confinement,
isolated to a room with windows, my
mind wandering to ancestral gardens,
contemplating shadows and movement
cognizant of underlying forces, creeping.
My husband has just left, dear man, having
checked on me, taking on my burden,
concerned that I am not sleeping at night
thinks that by reading and rereading…
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