Sheets
nooffswitch1227:
The wine colored sheet with our names
Spread over old roots and damp grass
Under the whispering oaks’ shade
At the edge of the slow, rippling water
Two turbulent souls bearing those names
Spread out on that sheet in the warm breeze
Your head in my lap, softly speaking
As I quietly scratched your troubles away
The shade of that day now a different hue
Yet the sound of the trickling water remains
Though the source is now eyes streaming
And one body lays bare on discarded fabric
We make up horrors to help us cope with the real ones.
A poet looks at the world the way a man looks at a woman.
Belfast Maine
lookingforwisdom:
Scrabbling crab-like over a rock-strewn shore
where the tide pushes its shoulders up against the rocks,
under the light of a dangerously swinging crescent of a moon,
I picked up the cast-off molted shell of a horseshoe crab,
creatures of the shallow sea
who, knowing precisely who they are,
have not changed in a quarter of a billion years.
I can’t think of anything but you, while you think of everything but me.
And so being young and dipped in folly I fell in love with melancholy.
mimikova:
anticipating honey laden prose
that never came
with expectations high i readied my mind
what would he say?
then what would i?
it occupied my brain
burned in this day
sure i am not worth the time
but that is okay
still in the anticipation
i found joy in the thought
besides if he had written
my words would have flopped
Birdsong
mobbleberry:
He smelt of summer,
the pollen in the air,
got under his nails.
I followed him,
buzzing around his
atmosphere
like a bee to a flower.
Attraction, made my nostrils
widening at the smell of
his cut grass smile.
I sunbathed in his embrace,
like a lazy child
waking up to birdsong.
To enjoy the rainbow, first enjoy the rain.
She says nothing at all, but simply stares upward into the dark sky and watches, with sad eyes, the slow dance of the infinite stars.
I once had a thousand desires,
But in my one desire to know you
all else melted away.
pavorst:
In my lifetime, I will love you a thousand different ways.
When we first met, I loved you as a friend.
When we first held hands, I loved you a little more,
I loved you in little kisses and I loved you in honey and tea.
And even now, when you don’t love me and I am hollow,
when your fingers are cold and missing from my skin,
I still love you in a thousand different ways.
I love you in silence and glancing moments.
I love you when you are not there.
In and Out
Let us hurl over the edge
as the tepid waters of uncertainty
meander through dark, forsaken channels.
Hold my hand while we drift,
in and out of consciousness,
and we shall awaken on a sunny shore
where our hearts made a shift.
