I’ve been keeping a journal – one every day, I’m hoping I will make it through the month – National Poetry Month. But I’m really just writing these for you …
I wrote seven poems today, I think that might be my highest number in the span of a day. Just saying, I’m in the same place, every day.
I would tell you I love you,
like the stars at night
each time I see a glint of light
it is your eyes I see,
in the quiet of my imagination,
I let my lips fall
upon her naked shoulder …
These moments
a quiet spring lament
I do imagine you,
can feel your touch
whisper in my ear
a gasp
touch of your lips
sends shivers down my spine
just for a moment
I do imagine you,
I watched the rains today,
reminded me
how beautiful you are
sweet remedy
I do imagine you
whisper
In the silence
will you feel me
when my tears
appear
like the raindrops on our
immediate isolation,
I stood with you today,
so wet my tears were washed
away.
I felt you though, and wished
just somehow I might tell you,
I do imagine you.
I do love you.
When last the afternoon
spoke upon broken lives
a slow heartbeat of sad
fortune would allow
a silence.
For while love
might be forever
drawn the reality
of shattered dreams
spoken.
Out loud the river
runs deep with
somber current
an epiphany in steady
flow
Thought to be gibberish
real moments of despair
lost in a lush forest
holding strong in her
memory.
Would he that cry
within the summer
breeze a faltering
echo screams of need
forsaken.
A ride through hell
night sky invisible
the mind on fire
a slow reckoning.
When inside a dream
we might walk alone
finding only silence
her differed mystique.
Life happens so bold
‘is this all there is’
again and again
the reputation of love.
Tight spaces and weight
the sort of ride we fear
nowhere to go
miles beyond our comfort
zone, that place we know
subtle glance vanish
her heart his tears
wondering just how when.
Might without an ask
realize this is forever,
though hope again,
a reminder of nostalgia.
Step across that threshold,
the battered soul will
always remind always
the surface far and away.
Walk with me he said,
she gave a glance,
his favorite moment
her eyes rolling in smile.
If two people might
move beyond the status
quo to appreciate real
love, certain passion.
When last we spoke,
an icy crest had shadowed
what once was a fire
felt with the scope of time.
Oh to have that energy
Speak desire, our synergy
While a stroll
quiet evening breeze
swift is memory
include her dream
the once was,
a maybe
then tears afterward
he didn’t know
though compassion
remained in his heart
the craziness
our silent intrigue …
shattered within
her heart,
iced inside his
constant appeal.
The autumn
could have been
quite enough
in its servitude
dragging in the reality
of winter in hand
our lives taken apart
by the elements
returning us home
long enough to forget
for a moment,
until the thaw
when
one walks forward.
Oh to know the pain
he served
an impassioned love
he forgot his way
her efforts ignored
sans the loneliness
responsibility her will
his defeat.
the rains
cleanse illness
sweet, somber, surreal
only words
her nature is real
I would step into water
if I might hold you
together hearts
soak in the splendor
this moment would ne’er
(stop)
We loved
one set of hours
seemed
a decade
mindful neglect
yet a crazy dawn
smiles
though present
a mind of nostalgia
too immediate
circles of the past
live your life
Burn
fade away
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