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Tulip

Give me your kissesand with them your deepest heartbind yourself to mewithout condition or gamesIn return, I’ll do the same Another flower poem for May! Thank you for reading.

sweet scented beating heart of passionnamed deliverer of 1000 declarationsand 10,000 apologiesthe thorn in the side of loversa petaled face among the brushwild, ready to peck at the prideof the faint of heart Flower poem #1! Part of my process in writing this poem, and all the ones that will follow this month – afterContinue reading “Rose”

The Language of Flowers

speak to me in the waft ofpetal stamen language pollinate my thoughts witha breath as sweet as the firstwarm wind of spring teach me beauty and brevityand the easy joy of the momentthe wisdom of leaving a simplelife attached to its rootsI know the ruin of clippers and spadesI know the trauma of transplantation showContinue reading “The Language of Flowers”

Dickinson | One Woman Reads Another

It’s a good day for EmilyI sip tea and watch the rainchin in my hand, like any womanprone to flights of fancyand often confined at homesince the spring, our garden has growninto a tangled beastuntamed and freenature gone to seed in glorious abandonunchecked and vivacious as a fertile mindliberated from the chains of societysending outContinue reading “Dickinson | One Woman Reads Another”

The Seven Word Stretch

Rolled up and served upwell seasoned, handed overthere’s a sense of fulfillmentin a duty well done The burning takes placein an open field, after the rain comessmoke sends signals to the sensesinner life, come to life Whatever gets hung from these branchesthe birds will peck at, in timenight rodents will investigateit will keep the insectsContinue reading “The Seven Word Stretch”

Nip | Nostalgia Nibbles Most in Autumn

That nip in the air isthe little ping of nostalgia isa tickle in your nose isthe tantalizing aroma of earth ismingled with wood smoke isozoney comfort of rain coming isa good excuse for baking iscoziness and hominess all rolled into one isa blanket and slipper socks issnug as the cat by the fire isremembering whereContinue reading “Nip | Nostalgia Nibbles Most in Autumn”

In Translation | The Space In Between

The empty space between two peoplewhere everything gets lostvenom floats in the supercharged atmosphereof an argument ready to ignite Words unspoken float in between roomsfill up vacant seats in cars and restaurantsbecome the hollow pillow of regret next to youin the bed while through the open windowlost letters drift falling in fat lazy flakesthat soakContinue reading “In Translation | The Space In Between”

In Season

Fall’s delightFire’s light Winter’s lairDen’s bear Spring’s quickeningGreen’s thickening Summer’s bountyChildhood’s county This poem from my Medium archive was from a prompt on the pub Genius in a Bottle (on seasons, I think).

Through a Pinhole

the prick of a pinopens the darkened chamberto light — sufficeswith a broad embracereleases the pressurefrom obscurity, and softlyfocuses the desire to create what our ancestors knewwe refine, from raw to rawin matchboxes, beer cans,tea tins, even books the lightest touchwith piercing and tapebridges the divideflings wide the gate A little poem for World PinholeContinue reading “Through a Pinhole”

Ideal | On Not Waiting for Perfection

They keep Ideal on the top shelfI stand on my tip toes, I still can’t reachit takes a stack of chairs, topped with a pile of booksit takes stealth, so they don’t catch me at iteven at the top, it evades my grasp I push against the cabinetsweat and shove to knock it downbut itContinue reading “Ideal | On Not Waiting for Perfection”