When spring’s subtle breezes brush my face, I remember…
Linnie and I are sitting in the back seat of our old Chevy
the windows are rolled down, warm air is rushing in
and our golden hair is flying around in crazy patterns.
The two blind ladies are sitting up front with momma
talking animatedly as we head to the local market.
Alene is clutching tightly to her walking stick
while Lou, in heavy sunglasses, clings to her side.
Now, we are wandering down aisles of canned vegetables
the elderly ladies grasp momma’s arms firmly
with great emphasis, they tell her what they need
momma patiently guides them along the way
as she places their precious cargo into the shopping cart.
At the checkout, Alene’s milky eyes tear up as she nods
she thanks momma for the help, Lou enthusiastically agrees.
Linnie and I carefully help the ladies into the car
we sing old church hymns as we drive home…
…and when we hug each other and say goodbye
I feel as if I am in heaven.
Written on 6/9/2021
Your one hand holds the bowl of golden wine
Your chin and cheek redden in olden desire
In your eyes are shadows of the hillside pine
In your glances exposed dance of fire
Of my wine cup animatedly full to the brim
I am careful not to shed a drop on floor
In our restive eyes sparkles the impatient dream
The Huns and Vandals about to break open the door
In your chest you have stored the frozen ocean
I know I have had the key to the coveted lock
And the charge to set them free in splashing motion
For a while the time pauses in our passion clock
The maddening twirl you send out from the corner of your eye
Is too much for my folded fountain keep its poise
I can see the beautiful breaches in your cloudless sky
And then the awesome surge from both the oceans turquoise
Some miniature tremors of cracked blue time in brain
In consequence gushes of pink flood and the ruinous rain
All boundaries breaking down and nothing and none to help
A fleeting annihilation of the stupendously crushing self
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June 21, 2016
For the contest : That is sexy
Sponsor: Lewis Raynes
Honey, I saw it yesterday,
your heart covered in scars.
And all the secrets that you kept,
in those tightly shut jars.
I heard you take a deep breath in,
and then you turned and smiled.
But I knew it wasn't real,
it didn't reach your eyes.
I don't see marks on your wrist,
I don't hear you cry.
I don't need to see your torn wings,
to know that you can't fly.
I can see it in the way you've lost,
the jubilant skip in your walk.
And in the way that you don't
gesture animatedly when you talk.
I hear you go around,
and say that you are fin.
Honey, telling how you really feel,
isn a crime.
Tell me what went wrong,
what made you so detatched from life?
What twisted inside you,
was it your own knife?
I want to tell you,
that it's okay.
Whatever happened,
will soon go away.
But I watch you from a distance,
I see you sink, I see you start.
I wish you could hear my unspoken words,
that would help you heal your heart.
A melody to my ears,his laughter
Making my heart, as always, flutter
With him, nothing else matter
Knowing this, the heart never falter.
Talking animatedly with a cup of coffee
In our own world, only him is what I see
Oh, what a splendid glee
When he finally looked at me.
In the eyes we stare
Remembering the years we love and care
Happiness surge in like flare
Seeing a future we'll share.
And as we grow old together
Promising each other's cater
A swear of forever
Looking back at the past, in the arms of the other.
The house does not hide
Crying out in different ways
Shards fly with wings of their own
I see the world outside
At the end of the dimly lit corridor
There are 10 doors to my left
10 doors to my right
They command me to enter
Lights flicker animatedly
My eyes move furtively
The soles grow watery
Mad wind in my hair
Nerves in the opaque mind
The distance is far and narrow
Banshees in the cobwebs scream
The feet move… gathering pace
The doors become giants
Strangling the body slowly
The mind is with the soul
Freedom grows bigger
The distance has narrowed
Transforming into ether
Escaping through the corners
Then the plunge into the wave
Dissolving of extremities
The loss … therefore, the peace
No reason to think anymore
The lifting up of arms
And the soaring of spirit
Till the end of freedom
The end… It never shall come…
Jubilantly, excitedly, unabashedly celebrating,
Spiritedly, animatedly, enjoyably consorting,
Awakening to the heat of our African Sun,
Cavorting so splendidly in our gathering so grand,
We applaud our efforts by enjoining our hands,
Declaring our presence that enhances our land,
Honing our talents in this spirit of adventure,
Coming together and appreciating our diverse culture,
Awakening to this creed we have entwined in each heart,
i implore your frivolity and absolute mirth,
Hear ye the sounds of the heartbeat of our land,
See the sublime in our breathtaking sight,
Succumb to the richness of our deep Earthy delights,
Soak in the laughter of our dizzying heights,
Discover their freedom sensuous surrender,
Seek the free fall and let yourself wander....
upon hard grey streets of asphalt I drive
through morn’s muted orange glow
white headlights shine, red brake lights blink in time
with changing signals red, yellow, green
disoriented city visitors a hindrance to the flow
why at seven a.m.
now stopped two cars back waiting for green
a woman in a minivan ahead primps methodically
striving in effect to give herself a perm.
the man beside is engrossed in the news
early edition of today’s tabloid spread over the wheel
will he know when it’s time to go
behind, a husband and wife, I assume
each talk animatedly on their phones
while obnoxious unrestrained children carouse
a movie playing on the DVD
an ancient pickup stopped in the suicide lane
right turn flashing “let me in!”
green, the light changes, yet still we wait
one, two, three and horns start to blare
shaken are they from hypnotic states
virtual hair salons, libraries, and phone booths abandoned
traffic moves once again in earnest
until the very next crowded intersection.