Best Paloma Poems
The splayed light of an obliging red sunset
lays upon the darkening meadow
of windswept grass
Slow-moving fingers in a visible dance
wrap in quiet space
when moonlight silhouettes our hands as they bond
A falling star etches the night sky
burning its canvas like a struck match
vanishing as quickly as it came
The rush of life abates to a small distance
so we can free ourselves from outgrown nests
to float like doves on tender breezes
until we can fly when love is found
to lift the subtle wings of our souls
7/14/19
Erstrahlend im Licht
Das zarte Grün der Akazie
Und der Ruf der Taube
Shining in the light
The tender green of the acacia
And the call of the pigeon
Brilliando en la luz
El delicado verde de la acacia
Y el grito de la Paloma
The splayed light of an obliging red sunset
lays upon the darkening meadow
of windswept grass
Slow-moving fingers in a visible dance
wrap in quiet space
when moonlight, silhouettes our hands
as they bond
A falling star etches the night sky
burning its canvas like a struck match
vanishing as quickly as it came
The rush of life abates to a small distance
so we can free ourselves from outgrown nests
to float like doves on tender breezes
until we can fly when love is found
to lift the subtle wings of our soul
7/14/19
11/18/19 contest Writing Challenge 2, November
A Poem Meaningful
sponsor Dear Heart-Wiishkobi Ode
read her while sipping my morning cuppa
'tween news bytes and clock chimes-
I found myself in her words and wept
as I imagined honey dripping from her
lips whilst she read aloud each cherished verse
bringing back to my mind a song I once knew
singing my life with her words
killing me softly
killing me softly
it was then that i realized that this vain
life that i lived had meaning, for her
words were balms of healing to me 'neath
a starry sky filled with both beauty and pain
and I knew from that moment on
that my world would never be the same
As in this world my mind does fall
'neath evergreens of zephyr's dance
midst echoes endless come to call
and posy dreams now set to chance
These words of written complex feel
‘pon verses painted paisley flow
her ink now drips like molten steel
‘twixt softer reach of moonbeam'd glow
Of turnstile motions, spinning ‘round
my head now dazed though not confused
of every sorted page once found
along a path her thoughts infused
As Hepburn smiles Chantilly lace
I find there ‘neath this photo’d frame
emotions plead in wished for grace-
my world shall never be the same
read her once while sipping my morning cuppa-
my life has never been quite the same
Bleeding Paloma
He sees her in the tree, high up
Hidden among the mango leaves
Her egg-shell coloring peer through
The dark green. He scatters the
Seeds upon the earth and waits
Until she flitters down, at first
Untrusting the paloma walks.
She notices him as she feeds,
But she does not flee. He is
A kind child. A good heart
He convinces her and lulls hers
Near with more in his palms
Open she moves in sway and
He takes her up as she feeds
On his seeds.
He caresses her plums, fingers
Beneath her light wings folded
Back to her side. And her
Eyes study him, this natural
Child, curious face and smiling.
He suddenly takes her in his
Tight grasp, she struggles to
Ease out. He holds her against the
Bare earth and places a
Rock on one of her winds
To Keep her there. He watches her,
Walks away for a bit and then
Comes back with a new face
Of deceit and mischievous coals
Kindling unsafe thoughts and
Indifference to her naïve cooing.
He bends over her and pulls out a machete.
First he picks at her free wing with it.
And then he brings it over his shoulder and
It swings into to her, that dull
Blade that makes him grin at his
Experiment. The little boy watches the
Bird flail to the ending tired agony
And shock and betrayal and she is
Wounded. Her wing barely attached
Still to its center. He sets the rock aside and
Uses his toes to move her around,
To examine the handy work. A voice
Calls him, and he scanters away;
A new distraction to please him.
The bird weakly flails on the earth, like
Shocks of movement and then silence
And then horrid shaking. Feathers litter
The bare earth.
The paloma lies in the reddening dirt.