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I am Vast as Expansive

Vast as the rolling waves, I am
With the sea’s droplet approaching me, tender and calm
The siren’s song echoes, “I love you” through time
My soul depleted, eternally confined

Far I have traveled, across the seas and land,
Through tumultuous storms and barren sands.
To glimpse your form, to feel the warmth of your skin,
To bask in the radiance of your beauty, without and within.

For I cannot depart, without laying my eyes,
On the one I cherish, my heart’s true prize.
I fear the thought of goodbyes, of losing you forevermore,
Of being cast adrift, on the lonely sea’s endless shore.

So I wait here, vast and rolling,
With the sea’s droplet, my heart’s longing.
For the day when you will come to me,
And I will finally be complete, eternally free.

:: 03.04.2023 ::


All Our Dreams

That broken wheel, without a carriage or passenger,
whose journey is seen by most unreal eyes.

In that glimpse of forgotten reason,
you came to me as a good idea.

Begging my sleeping brain to be yours,
but the permanently attentive mind
could never yield.

So be it, in all our dreams
I am, the one who sees all four seasons.

:: 3.02.2023 ::


Love, Loss, and Enlightenment

Lost in love’s labyrinthine ways,
I wandered far in passion’s haze.
I gave my heart with wild abandon,
And prayed my love would never falter.

But in the end, betrayal came,
A dagger to my heart in flames.
I thought my love had been true,
But now I see, it was all askew.

I wept and raged, and cursed the fates,
For such a cruel and bitter fate.
But then, amidst the dark despair,
A glimmer of hope, a light so rare.

For in that moment, I realized,
That love is not just sunshine skies.
It’s also storms and raging seas,
That test our hearts and make us see.

That true love is not just sweet,
It’s also bitter, and complete.
For only in the depths of pain,
Can we find the light of love again.

So now I stand, enlightened and strong,
A survivor of love’s cruel song.
For though my heart may bear the scars,
I know that love can heal all stars.

And so I walk, with head held high,
A heart that’s open, and a soul that’s wise.
For though the road is long and winding,
Love is eternal, always binding.

:: 02.28.2023 ::


Nature’s Birth

Nature’s birth, so wild and free A symphony of life, for all to see As I walk these paths alone I feel the rhythm of the earth’s gentle tone My steps may falter, but I am strong With every breath, I sing nature’s song The wood and rock, the briar twine All a part of this world so divine With every step, my heart takes flight For in nature’s embrace, all is right The dewey moss, the fallen trees All a part of nature’s melodies For many miles, I walk this land And feel the gentle touch of nature’s hand Tears may fall, but in its birth Nature brings a love so pure and worth So I ask, will you give me a voice to remember? For in nature’s embrace, my love will never surrender And though I may never hear you again Nature’s birth will always remain my greatest friend.

Analysis:

The poem, “Nature’s Birth,” captures the essence of nature in all its beauty and majesty. It highlights the author’s strong connection to the natural world and how it brings a sense of peace and tranquility. The poem opens with a description of nature’s birth, which is wild and free, and a symphony of life that everyone can see. The author emphasizes the power of nature by describing how they can feel the earth’s gentle tone as they walk alone on nature’s paths.

As the poem continues, the author speaks to the strength they feel when surrounded by nature, even if their steps falter. They emphasize the importance of every aspect of nature, from the wood and rocks to the briar twine, as all part of the divine world. The author’s heart takes flight with every step they take in nature, highlighting the transformative power of the natural world.

The author then describes their connection to nature, emphasizing how it makes them feel like everything is right in the world. They describe the beauty of dewy moss and fallen trees, showing how even the smallest details in nature are part of a larger, harmonious whole.

The poem ends with a reflection on the author’s journey through nature, describing how they have walked many miles, feeling the gentle touch of nature’s hand. The author acknowledges that tears may fall, but in nature’s birth, there is a love that is pure and worth cherishing. The author concludes the poem by asking for a voice to remember, one that will never forget the love and peace that nature has brought to them.

Overall, “Nature’s Birth” is a beautiful and heartfelt poem that speaks to the transformative power of nature. It highlights the deep connection that humans have with the natural world and how it brings a sense of peace and tranquility.


Love’s Eternal Flame

who’s most afraid of death? though
                   art of him
utterly afraid, I love of thee
(beloved) this
       and truly i would be
near when his scythe takes crisply the whim
of thy smoothness.  and marke the fainting
murdered petals.

Who is afraid of love?  That words and
whispers cut the Soul in belief _ her voice and breathe softly against me
i see adventurous life and love.
To be brave is to love unconditionally
without expecting anything in return.

That you pierce my soul I am half agony,
half hope.  Against promise, peace, against
hope, happiness, against discouragement that could
be.  In light, I learn to love.  In this beauty,
how I make poetry.  That you dance within my
heart where no one sees — but at times
centuries do.  How your love becomes Art.

:: 02.24.2023  ::


My Poetry

My poetry fractured, like shattered glass,
Each piece a reflection of a different past,
A kaleidoscope of memories and dreams,
A mosaic of emotions and silent screams.

I am not whole, and nor is my verse,
A broken mirror with a thousand hurts,
Reflecting back the shards of my soul,
A shattered image that will never be whole.

But in each fragment, there lies a truth,
A piece of me that I cannot refute,
And though my poetry may be incomplete,
It is a portrait of who I am, bittersweet.

So let me embrace my fractured art,
And wear my scars like a work of art,
For in each broken piece, there lies a story,
A journey of pain, but also of glory.::


Heavy Moon

When midnight falls, a dreamlike world unfolds,
Where fairies flit and dance with sprightly glee,
And mortal hearts, by love’s sweet spell, are hold,
Entranced by all the wond’rous sights they see.

The moon, a glowing orb in starry skies,
Illuminates the woodland’s dappled glades,
As lovers’ sighs and whispered lullabies
Are carried on the breeze like serenades.

In this enchanted realm of make-believe,
Reality dissolves like morning dew,
And all the cares of day begin to leave,
As hearts are healed by love’s enchanting brew.

Oh, midnight summer’s dream, so sweet and fair,
Thou art a realm beyond compare.

:: 02.23.2023 ::


EVERYTHING

EVERY WORD CAN you can YOU
spEAK (come into my ear)
can you can y o u — speak /
E V E R Y T H I N G
E V E R try to make love
work? \ everyday the skies
press against that romantic heart…
i woke up dreaming i had a new day
hiding the sight of an empty bed
made tea and sucked upon my thumb
and prayed 2 Gawd and the universe
: i cried i cried and then fell to
sleep weeping i was not human….
tried to say i tried to say_____
what the creator choked upon.
human mind
human mind
human mind
greater than all things
everything
everything
everything
sleeping as human
i destroyed gawd
destroyed and rebuilt
love. rebuilt everything..
i cried i cried and then feel to
wakefulness weeping : for all LOVE.


My Lover

Something in the effervescent veins floats my body
A surreal landscape of screaming death defying understanding
Fields of gold bursting forth into fullest flowers
A consciousness that barely touches the art of essences

Something in the radiance of your smile illuminates my being
Shimmering lips and curves like a vision bright as the moon
To hear the song of your quiet tongue, taste the tone of your beating heart
Is to be wreathed by the blossoms of your tender breasts

Something in the way we meet, away from life’s busy sounds
Our minds merge into one, fathoming mysteries together
No words, no song, no thoughts can capture our connection
Veiled eyes and unwritten poetry sent, in a passion of growing fields held by hands and fingers bent inward

Something, our love, is a high candelabrum shining bright
Guiding us on this journey, where surrealism and abstract tones unite
Something in the way we move, something in the way we feel
Something in the way we explore this realm beyond comprehension


My Heart Has Asked of Me

My Heart Has Asked of Me

By the stream, my heart asked me:

What are feelings, if not truth?

Do the trees sing their song when the wind blows?

The spider web sways with grace and ease.

As you journey on life’s winding paths,

do you hear me whisper softly to you?

The clouds above bear witness to our conversation.

When tears fall, who sees your shadow hide behind the rocks?

The falcon’s call echoes with a sense of mystery.

Sunrise is a wondrous gift, but sunset is just a promise.

:: 11-25-2018 ::