For one who was my first most precious love,
who drifted into my life like fresh snow,
he’s still the guy that my impressions of
remain like snow untrod upon although
it was late summer when he stirred in me
such dulcet longings. Like a butterfly,
my heart went dancing when we kissed, and he -
along with me - soared into velvet sky.
With myriad stars, the moon was blooming.
It peeked down at us in our passion’s play.
My love’s touch – soft cashmere - was consuming.
With headiness, we savored love’s parfait
when sun slid down and hid behind a hill.
That young man’s sweetness I remember still.
Categories:
headiness, romantic love,
Form: Sonnet
She is a pull of energetic fascination
untouched by mortals she does ace
every mirriored image I perceive
Unequalled by her beauty
with headiness and awe
I sweet oblige her purge
exalting her with sweeet mentality
In admiration I do bow
to the symphony of her nature
exalted and refreshed
by her giant gift I lose myself
in admiration of her.
7/6/2019
"for contest FINETUNE THIS COLLABORATION sponsored by Line Gauthier".
Categories:
headiness, appreciation,
Form: Free verse
Heartfelt readiness,
Open mind, kindred spirit
An absolute headiness
Sensing we are near it.
Communication clear,
Approaching empathy.
Completely willing spirit,
Sensing symphony.
Indicator moves,
Locked onto spirit mind.
Séance pandemonium,
Leaves me far behind.
Candles catch the gazes,
Participants engrossed.
Answers seem in mazes,
Odd clarity from ghost.
When lights are flipped
We begin to talk at length
My common sense stripped
Ouija board took strength
In the light of day
Totally unsure of senses,
Process seemed like play,
Plethora of fences.
Time slips away, confused.
Did happen or did not?
We talk about it in two’s.
Subject taboo, and often hot.
Categories:
headiness, spiritual,
Form: Jueju
Perchance to take nocturnal flight,
where would wayfaring dreams land?
With the toss of a godly lot,
one’s fate is always seraphim certain
The place of destiny divine
remains a mystery to the pillow seeker
Cloud pillars of a dove climb
gives Urim oracle comfort
Leaping crisis hurdles
often causes one to spiritually stumble
Which turns a prairie task into a mountain
Allowing the sure-footed headiness of faith
to free fall into the patient bosom of grace
Categories:
headiness, allusion, spiritual, visionary, wisdom,
Form: Pastoral
The black earth just below the moss.
It's headiness held down.
On top a carpet green and soft
The comfort of a crown.
To walk is just a hop of heart
A bounce a joy away.
To feel it is to just relax
A comfort I'm to play.
A passing look, a fervent scene.
A tree-line standing tall.
Upon a hill; a mound of earth
A feeling that I call.
The Northern Star above the frost
to guide my lazy eye.
Where home is found and I am part
of never ending sky.
A walk between a ledge of trees
My compass fresh Pine air.
To come out in a swamp of dew
Reflections that I care.
My home a little cabin further.
Walls of racked up logs.
Out front a hound dog tied to feed
an appetite of hogs.
A smoke puff from a chimney top
A signal someone's home.
A maiden in an evening gown
A wife if not a poem.
My life in Northern Canada
has brand me with it's scent.
For those above it's parallel
No time's been better spent.
Categories:
headiness, nature,
Form: Quatrain
Fiction
that spells hypnosis
Statements
with taste
Or state mints
used as comedic clarity
What's funny is
They misunderstand themselves.
People
and what they say
When thought
is opposite of tacitness
Karmic gluttony
is the result.
Paper cut thin sized warts bleed inward
and mark the face of discussion
with its smiling frown
its unapproachable easy goingness
its happy go lucky blank headiness...
This welcomes the reply
or tort of vanity
One word against the other
The spellings and pronunciation even disagree
If frustration isn't the cause
what remains is unexplainable
and incomplete.
Categories:
headiness, feelings,
Form: Free verse
the headiness of now
swirl of keystroke and ideal
new pages
new thoughts
flying on ether
buoyed by excited neutrons
flared by the plasma
of a thousand faceless pens
type it
spill it
splash it on out with a careless eye
falling slow on burning diodes
bundled up
like a mind's autumn harvest
fed to a soul's hearth
dripping with embers
spilt out sooted and crisp
acrid, yet sweetly
an incensical fog
ladled out
from that conjuring elsewhere
sharp as raw silage
sweet as the dew
gathered
gather it
grasp it and renew
bottled summer still shining
uncorked and flown true
so shed the word wonder
baring all the mind's eye
as rapt galleries wait breathless
for every poet's emotional try
rhyme it
(or not)
choose time honored formats
(or not)
but truth be it told
rhyme scheme and meter
can be both lover and shackle
but in matters of the prose
dip your heart
deep into that rarefied font
and evaporate
into
honeyed fog banks
of verse...
Categories:
headiness, inspiration,
Form: Free verse
REMINDED OF YOU
I watched as the sun slowly rose over the horizon
As I observed each beautiful hue, I was reminded of you
I watched, as a mother bird constructed her nest so meticulously
Then watch over her hatchlings and, I was reminded of you
I listened as rain fell gently on my roof and whispered against my window
With each drop that fell, I was reminded of you
I walked among the springtime flowers as they bloomed in the meadow
Through their sight and their fragrance, I was reminded of you
I passed by a farmer’s field and breathed the aroma of a newly turned earth
With its unique, distinctive headiness, I was reminded of you
I stood in amazement at the beauty of the leaves of Autumn
The colors were so pleasant to behold and, I was reminded of you
The joy of the first snowfall of Winter brought excitement with it
Each snowflake was unlike any other and, I was reminded of you
Wherever I look, whatever I behold, no matter what I hear
I marvel at everything around me and, I am reminded of you
Just because I love you!
Curtis Moorman
3 April 2006
Categories:
headiness, love
Form: Verse
Dearest Vicar –
Did the vergers say it?
Did the ears hear it told:
How we feel – lads & lasses?
Not like stones as you thot
Not like wood as you felt
Not even like your vagabond vergers!
Are we men & manlets;
Were we also born to grow into men?
Were you also born of gametes?
Did you ever see a little soul born?
Did your gametes ever carve a soul?
Darest Vicar –
We feel – in case your ears heard not!
Not like slaves as you thot
Not like mugs as you felt
Not even like your vagabond vergers!
Darest Vicar –
We feel human
We feel like the liberty of birds to fly!
We merit treatment above the slaves;
Purge the headiness & arrogance of the play!
Categories:
headiness, education
Form: I do not know?
How do I think of you as
the past perforates the now?
Do I see you as the boy you were,
or as the man you became when
you broke away from me somehow?
Did I love you then?
Or were we lost in the headiness of youth?
We spoke of dreams and futures
lost and broken now, and
we have lived a different truth.
Yet here we are again;
The present invaded by the then.
Your voice still sounds familiar -
the laugh, the intonation the same
as when we were together last
in the dimming, distant past.
Once faded memories sharpened
as we bring them into focus
once again, and once again
the feelings surge, merging
with today's perception;
conception of a new beginning,
mending dreams and daring to think
of what could have been if
we had trodden the same, not different, paths.
Categories:
headiness, friendship, introspection, lost love,
Form: Free verse