At a loss
yet still aware that
I don’t know
anything
except how my body burns
every time you’re near.
Yesterday
Yesterday
it seemed I missed you
forgetting
everything
in the flood of fantasy
for just one moment.
Like this:
An “It’s too late” Poem: #Novpad Day 18
No Place
There is no place
for this-
soft release of my
own self into arms
that hold
and just hold,
small curl into his space
to be seen
to be free,
yielding of skin
with fear that
has finally softened,
as my focus melts
his eyes and
now I can only
see my own.
No, there is no place
for this-
lock up
and
retreat,
cracked and shadowed
sanctuary of
memory
within me
between us
And I wonder
in sadness
in fear, in anger
If this time
Is the time
to go.
Alone.
prompted @ November 2011 PAD: Day 18
Like this:
“Once Upon A_____” Poem: #Novpad Day 16
Once Upon A Star
The dreams
of a child found
in the space of wise ones.
Where the sword and the stone are bound
with the
wonder
of two souls coming together
to awaken entire
kingdoms with just
one kiss.
These words
dropping slowly
as ink becomes paper
fulfilling all dreams wished on that
first star.
prompted @ November PAD: Day 16
Like this:
A “Fruit” Poem: #Novpad Day 22
Pomegranate
Round and hard,
the dull dirty red
disguising
the crimson
treasure buried deep within.
The fruit falls open
red rubies
swollen with sweet juice
begging me
to indulge
Whispering secrets
of the mysteries hidden
in the fiery red realm of Hades,
a lonely, frightened Persephone,
I am seduced.
prompted @ November PAD; Day 22 (I’m a little behind and working out of order!)
Like this:
Lovely Visitors
