“You Take My Hand”

 

and in that gesture
satisfy my dizzy, naked need,
spellbound as spent leaf
whose golden moment
has no hunger left
but blissful floats
mid magic flutter
back to earth.

“Morning”

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As morning lifts

my dark curtain of night;

sea-gulled and wing’ed;

warm, satin bright.

She scatters the dust of a billion stars;

grace sweeping our universe here to Mars.

I’m grateful for her gifts…

“Sarcasm”


Proud, strutting peacock, bilious scream.  Your noisy scene affronts my ears; then my brain. If chatter your device for breaking ice,  then your attempt for cool now goes astray.  Sarcastic jester, fool upon your stage. As partner in your play,  I’ve  disengaged.

Photo Credit: Made Hery Santosapeacock

“The Game”

 “The Game”

Faint amber glow remains to haunt
their fiery past.
Her slumber stirs.  His candle cast
and with its burn, her snuffer there again to taunt
but not to trim his light.
His wick still wild with passion’s flight.
dreams emboldened; reckless delight.

nightmare-300x245Painting by Henry Fuseli (1741-1825)

“What is the Time, Please?”

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“What Is the Time, Please?”

We’re here so our time is Now.

Our dreams,  fleet-footed as the stars,

race across the universal swirl

and form a figure-eight,  return to open space

where there’s no future nor a past.

We’re left in sacred pause

to whirling, endless

Now.

Where Have All the Flowers Gone? (42 word poem)

Rose photo by Michael Bartlett.(photo by Michael Bartlett)

“Where Have all the Flowers Gone?”

Eighty blossoms
crushed in a Ukraine field.
Early budding heads now
suckle in a sea of mud.
Eighty children, burnished, bled
in a meadow. Their little leaves now shed
burnt away by the madness
of man and war…gone…
all gone away.

(of the 298 aboard Malaysia Airlines, 80 were children)

“Satin Moon”

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“Satin Moon”

The milky, Flower moon rolls high in May.
A glow of blossoms fill the starry night
and blue, her orb so distant in our day
is home for lovers in their  shadowed flight.
The clouds now shift and cast an ominous show:
shadows on the ground as we  are spellbound.

“A Poem for Your Pocket”

“Tell it To My Heart”

Though Heaven acts as
anchor for my soul,
a lofty tether is
your earthly kiss.
Since Heaven’s orb shines
brightest in your eyes,
I’ll  choose that crown
of gold:  your blissful sigh.

                                                  The kiss no one wants                                                 to miss;  furtive, alarming                                                       as life rushes by...
Photo by Robert Doisneau

Day 24 April, 2014,  PAD Challenge, Writer’s Digest, Prompt: use “tell it to____”

First Love (Trifecta Entry-First Place )

“First Love”

You take my hand
and in that gesture
satisfy my swirling, naked need,
spellbound as spent leaf
whose golden moment
has no hunger left
but blissful floats
mid magic flutter
back to earth

credit: Dreamstime.com

Photo Credit: Dreamstime.com

Prompt for Trifecta:  use the word, SATISFY.  Count must be 33 words. (My entry took

First Place.  Thank you, Trifecta!)

Santa is Lost!

winter-dog-shovel-snow-26629666“Santa is Lost!”
His sleigh
with reindeer gone;
last seen on chimney-top!
Snow flurries fell and buried all;
red-jellied laugh of Santa
smothered in white
silence.