I have an inkling
My writing is winking
At me behind my back
Or maybe its just blinking,
Mindlessly thinking
While wrinkling up
My tiny universe
By tinkering
And intermingling
The real and the false~
I hear a clinking,
A chilling kind of whistling;
What is that stinking prickling
I can feel bristling
Up and down my spine?
Think what you're saying ~
before you say what you're thinking
An inkling came to me,
as I mused nature’s law,
of affairs meant to be.
It was His face I saw
in every living thing
as I mused nature’s law.
A never ending string
of divine sight and sound
in every living thing.
Mortal senses did abound
emerging from inklings
of divine sight and sound.
Ethereal twinklings
of life everlasting
emerging from inklings.
Nature’s tone forecasting,
an inkling came to me
of life everlasting,
of affairs meant to be.
I need to get inside my head;
It seems it’s time to change a fuse.
I can’t remember the procedure;
Time to shave and read the clues.
In an inkling
Sunlight flickers out
Hidden behind dark clouds
Dimming even my reflections
In an inkling
Raindrops caress my skin
Refreshing, reviving
Even my thoughts are adventures
In an inkling
Leaves in hues of green
Dance, twirling in the wind
Enlightening my wildest dreams
In an inkling
Rivers flow across smooth stones
So alive, yet so alone
Winding their way toward the sea
In an inkling
Seasons change the air
Gracing hearts with prayers
Peppering life with serenity so rare
In an inkling
Rainbows breathe hope
Painting souls in shades of glory
Gentling even the blistering sun
In an inkling
Morning rouses the spirit
Reveries capture kind feelings
Inspirations fall over nature’s miracles
In an inkling
God opens the door for joy
Blessing us all with pure faith
Poured out on those who know grace
In an inkling
Love beckons the heart
Inspiring affections and thoughts
Of generosity, understanding and praise
In an inkling
My idyll thoughts flicker
With images far in the distance
Of a heaven where I can grow sweeter
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September 3, 2021
A full moon's romance
The glow of stars twinkling
I gaze up at her window
Though my love has no inkling
Of the ache in my heart
Only her silhouette can cure ~
I'm no part of her thoughts
All the more her allure
I hear cheering chimes pealing far,
Beyond travails' veneers which blur
Tomorrow's rainbow scenes' glare;
Robing in glooms fine seasons fair.
Which wise to thank knows not I
As gold-dew greets from the sky,
Ushering in fresh starts on slates
Of pristine lot after fiercest fates.
Ahead still skulk facades dull,
Portending night's faking pains;
Posing askew out of envies null,
Shrouding rays on morn's plains.
Yet what eyes of flesh mayn't espy,
See ones within of crystalline light;
Untwisting stars cast in dims to die;
Shaming jets that soot ivories white.
And whilst at last loom shiny sights
Of respite hour's rarest viands' bites,
I'll hugest vollies of unmetered joys
Lilt past all ears and cherubs' voice.
A sudden urge
For adventure
To jump up
Go discover
There’s a whole world
Out there
Just waiting
For me
To grasp it
If I care
Or if I dare
AP: 2nd place 2020
This should probably not
be a poem
not one that leaves these covers
splayed
in any form save
smoke
A tale of a dungeon
decisive torture
an evil spell
a dragon to be slain
Or less dramatically
A prison of the mind
replete with soul decay
fists flying fervently
to the beat of a toxic refrain
I have been told
the pen is a sword
That fire breathing beasts
may be drawn and
conquered
I could draw a Phoenix
6/14/2019
A gift received when I was young I have no more.
It sparked my interest though it was so deep.
Its verse was somewhat prose; its words would soar
straight to my soul and not put me to sleep!
Kahil Gibran, its author, was most wise.
Part poet and philosopher was he.
Another book I got, also a prize,
contained more feminine type poetry.
Its thoughts were clear; it was a sweet book of
romantic verse with metaphors sublime!
Sara Teasdale’s title, “For Those Who Love,”
enthralled me with pure poetry in rhyme.
I never could have known it then, but I,
would also one day see my own words fly!
Written Aug. 2016
For 'A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE no 1213' Poetry Contest
Just an inkling of affection
Can melt a frozen heart
Just an inkling of attention
Can lift your mood right up
Just an inkling is all it takes
To see a smile on someones tear stained face
Just an inkling of emotion
Can show a person that you care
Just an inkling of everything
Can make your life seem right
Just and inkling is all it takes
To make the world seen bright
I knew you would miss me
Now that your loves gone wrong
Knew I was married like you but
Love just happened along
I'm almost ready to leap again
Nothing feels more right
Given we're more than friends?
Glistening stars
Why do you hide your faces
Radiance unavenged in cloud
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