Monday, September 1, 2014

Impermanence

 
I openly hold your warm caress
mourning the loss of all that's fading
lips locked in a kiss that can't convey
the inward ache of all that's missing

under light turned dark there's no solace
cries of loneliness echo your name
retreating to shadows of feeling
a blind reference missing its frame

each thought more pointed than truthfulness
that flies in the face of abstraction
tomorrow whispers impermanence
of life, of love, of interaction

Linking up with dVerse, Imaginary Garden With Real Toads and Poetry Pantry

Thursday, August 28, 2014

The Trees Call Us Home


prehistoric knuckles
once dragged the ground
and you wonder what it was like
to walk upright for the very first time

the change in perspective
that would find limbs moving
from branches
to the confines of hand built walls

vertigo replacing contentment
as we long once again
for the giddying heights
of the trees that call us home

Sunday, August 24, 2014

Pain

they say . . . . .
"keep your friends close
your enemies closer"

so tonight I'll writhe
under your magnitude

rumpled sheets
clenched
in balled fists

begging and pleading
sweat beading
as I let you fuck me

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Wish Bone

 
fowl soothsayer
predicting grains of future
we tear flesh
from your carcass

pick at morsels
caught between our teeth
and wish upon the snap
of your hollow bones

Monday, August 18, 2014

Assassin


 
intercepted
between spiny legs

skin bristling at a touch
that offers no creature comfort
 
a mouth penetrates places
it should not go
 
 you'll hear no laughter
at the tickle of a moustache

for I'm paralyzed
m  e  l  t  i  n  g 
from the inside out

until, until
I'm sucked
DEAD
 
 
The cycle of death can be hard to look at but it's all a part of Nature and I find myself fascinated by it.
 

We Have A Winner

The winner of 'Fish Bone' is . . . . . Brian Miller.  Congratulations Brian, I will have it in the mail to you today. 
 
 
Commiserations to everyone who didn't win, stay tuned for additional giveaways throughout the year.

Sunday, August 17, 2014

Curling Silence

tearing lost she just enough
high the own never enough hear it
for thoughts the reaching high
silence frustration intensified shaking head just enough
her noise the she just
searching silence thoughts amongst high to to


crowded alone
she is more than she is not
curling silence a smoke screen
mirrored even in truth
politeness screaming
its all lies

Linking up with Poets United

Wednesday, August 13, 2014

Lotus Pond

I love exploring Lotus Pond at the Cincinnati Nature Center and seeing the wildlife there.
 

At this time of year the frogs and toads are pretty well camouflaged.  Mud baths seem to be a popular activity among the residents.
 

I fell in love with this little guy, it's just too cute how his back legs are stretched out in the air as though he's trying to fly.

 
Don't forget to stop by my Free Giveaway for your chance to win this 7"x5" mixed media art painting.