'The band plays a sweet, soulful slow-dance song
I nuzzle her neck, breathing in her perfume scent.'
~ excerpt from Tim Ryerson's poem, The Dance
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From a deep slumber, you drift away
Where the yellow moths and poppies sway
And the gentle sun pours crimson gold,
On meadows burnished since time of old...
It is here that jaybirds decked in fresh reds
Whistle dreamy tunes like morn's newly weds,
That lingering music stands aside
As sky's dance claims you for a long ride.
For the wind is pure, a calm it achieves
Displaying the glory of dusky leaves---
So majestic is this place where you tread
Like a thousand years have dawned and fled.
Waltz to the tune of one groom in love
Together now with your queen, above--
Tim, pour light over me... life's blest dove.
If my cat could find her voice,
What would she choose to say?
Would she talk about the birds outside,
Or the sunlight on her favorite place to lie?
Perhaps she’d mention breakfast time,
And how she loves treats.
Or tell the tale of midnight zooms,
Racing silently on invisible feet.
Maybe she’d ask about my day,
Then curl up on my knee.
Her gentle purrs a question mark,
“Are you as happy here as me?”
So, until she learns to speak aloud,
I’ll listen as best I can.
In every nuzzle, blink, and meow,
My cat tells me she understands.
You flew beside me, small and brave,
From west coast skies to the ocean wave.
Tucked in close, not a sound you made,
Just calm little heartbeats, never afraid.
I gave you a friend, a buddy to share,
Skipperely wheeked, and you both were a pair.
In cozy corners, you’d nuzzle tight,
Two little souls curled safe each night.
But illness came like a thief in the night,
And you, sweet Gizmo, began to lose your spark.
We trusted a hand that wasn’t so kind
He never looked close, never gave time.
He chose the needle when there was still fight,
Never tried gas, never made it right.
Didn’t give you what might’ve healed,
Just rushed the end, a fate sealed.
And I was left with a heart torn wide,
Empty space where you once lied.
No more your squeaks, your gentle stare,
Just silence and Skipperely waiting there.
But you were more than fur and paws
You were love without a single flaw.
You knew my voice, you knew my scent,
And in this world, that means so much.
So rest, my boy Gizmo, my sweet little friend,
This isn’t goodbye, love doesn’t end.
I’ll see you again, where skies are wide,
And you’ll hop to greet me, just by my side.
O’ fluid friend,—
—O’ liquid lover, please
embrace me, soothe my sootheless, stranded soul—,
—caress my restless thoughts, and set them still.—
O’ sap of spirit,—
—sweet sip of ambrose!
O’ potent potion,—
—O’ magic mixture, daze
me, dazzle me, nuzzle me, numb my frill
fringes |— —| Droll Dame, find me a drooling fool.—
O’ nectar of the night,—
—dose me for a doze…
Keep me cohere,nt and comp,osed—‘sxcu,se me—
I’m stumblin’ on your slippy words,(I meant
mine,—ours?)and now you sweep me to the flo,or.
…
O’ fluke of fortune!, wicked whiskey’s woe!,
why wrong you me thus?, morn’s scalding sun askant
breaks blaring through my window,— head — aches — …sore.
Sugar, my sweet, you’ve slipped away,
Into the light of a softer day.
My heart aches deep, it’s hard to bear,
This quiet house, this empty air.
You were my shadow, soft and warm,
A snuggle-seeking, loving form.
With wagging tail and gentle eyes,
You filled my world with sweet surprise.
Escape artist with a wild soul,
You chased the wind, you played the role
Of fearless friend on grand crusades,
Through tangled woods and open glades.
But now those paws have come to rest,
And though I know it’s for the best,
I wish for just one moment more—
One happy bark, one leap, one door
You'd sneak out through with that sly grin,
Your little games, your spirit’s spin.
I miss your warmth beside my bed,
The nuzzle of your sleepy head.
The silence now is sharp and wide,
Without my Sugar by my side.
But love like yours does not just part,
It lingers in the quiet heart.
Forever mine, you’ll always be—
A friend, a joy, a piece of me.
how may mind distinguish
nuances of heart’s emotes
the caress
the cocoon
the nuzzle
of love in love with love
engaged between lovers
Gentle Creature
Who calls you forth
from beneath,
the hung pine?
Eyes of black coal,
gentle swaying body,
watching, curious,
step forward.
Spotted coat.
Horn moles of bone,
siblings brush past, play.
You nuzzle the sweet grass.
A twig snaps,
ears flicker, you stop.
A soft bleat,
Mother's call.
Back to the arms
of the pine
safe within
the flora of green.
A quick glance and,
for a moment,
I join your world
of mystery.
Autumn in the Village, 1939-45 by Marc Chagall
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Away from muse - past sins nuzzle a D-minor heart in life's autumn
soft, yet ...
like a breath of Noshaq
you are gone in a whisper
bound for some dreamy realm (imagining)
where exquisiteness affords you
a throne in Valhalla …
you dance among the frosted peaks
like Misha with the Mouse King
prancing on a puff of wint'ry wind
yearning for the bloom
of early Spring
the nuzzle of a warm nose
or the easy gift
of a frozen lake of swans
hush, you ...
about your business
secret stories you tell to the mountain
of visceral attentions, keen
wondrous things that we lesser creatures
will never be privy to -
things that you find your common bidding
but that fools like me -
wholly taken with sublime form
and ghostly airs -
find spellbinding ... breathless
enchanting ...
you are a feral phantom
demon AND deity of a covert kingdom
I am cursed to only conjecture on
or put to inadequate word ...
a magical dominion of
deliberate and brutal elegance
that has graced me with but a glimpse
a rare, tender, precious instant
blessed by the substance of a moment
far too beautiful to ever
capture.
01/04/2014
I HAD A WHITE PUPPY
WHO WAS FLUFFY AND LIGHT.
MY SON NAMED HIM HOTWHEELS
BECAUSE IT FIT RIGHT.
I WOULD TAKE HIM OUTSIDE
TO RUN HIS ENERGY ABOUT.
HE WOULD ALWAYS STOP TO SMELL ROSES,
EVEN IF IT WAS RAINING OUT.
HOTWHEELS WILL ALWAYS
STAY CLOSE TO MY HEART;
FOR HE WAS SO SAD WHEN WE WERE APART.
EACH VISIT EXCITEMENT WAS EASY TO SEE,
ONCE AGAIN I APPEARED
FILLING HIM WITH GLEE.
AND EVERY NIGHT WE WOULD LAY
ALL CUDDLED IN BED.
HIS EYES WOULD MEET MINE
NOTHING NEEDED TO BE SAID.
SO WHEN I COME VISIT
EVERY NOW AND THEN;
JUST ONE NUZZLE SHOWS HIM
I AM HIS FRIEND.
I want to be closer
As close as your breath
The heartbeat that separates
The living from death
A touch as electric
As life flows, it seems
This story is written
In pages and reams
I want to feel whispers
So near they are warm
Assurance and promise
The shelter from storm
Safe, caring nuzzle
Intimate speech
Gentle and loving
No poem can reach
Caress of a mother
A hug from a friend
The presence of hope
That no fear can contend
I want to be mindful
Hold the words in my head
For the silence of closeness
Says far more than is said
"Mere echoes of changing seasons passed, Mother Nature doesn't give it a second chance or through as the axis shifts."
quote by poet
Mother Nature's quenching heartbeat,
Sipping the wavering unfurl dawn sun.
It teases yellow, and green loveliness
Of her rich breast, ripple dress endowment.
Sweet scented fragrance embracing of spring.
Bees dart, nuzzle among open vernal parasol blooms.
Iridescent organza rotates, awaiting playful feet,
Pollen dress laden in ambrosia, a golden dream.
Sun blending amber and lemon hues of summer
Rays of warmth, flicker through waves of clouds.
Indigo bunting perch on a wild sunflower
Amid a brilliant and pleasant rising strawberry moon.
Autumnal tint in the vast radiant cool evening sky.
The rustling crunch of scarlet and golden leaves that fall.
Living benevolent trees with generating slumber.
Chill wraith perigean full moon, fades into the ink-black heaven.
Mother nature slowly does sleep beneath cold snow.
Winter's breath blows when flowers are scarce.
Birds migrate, bees huddle together to keep warm.
Darkness slowly creeps amid shivering twilight.
??o my Future Lover
Chase me down to the ends of the universe
Seek me like no other
Catch my scent and follow me
Tell me you're my lover
Kiss where no one has before
Scars no one has seen
Love every part of me
Give me somewhere to lean
Pin me down and kiss my neck
Elicit sweet moans from me
Tease me delicately, 'till I beg
A hot mess for you to see
Nuzzle me underneath your chin
Cuddle me in warm arms
Soothe me with the softest whispers
Take my sense of alarm
Love me with a fiery passion
Claim me as your own
Keep me safe wherever we are
Build with me a home
Share with me forbidden secrets
Stories no one has heard
I'll take your heart, and you mine
And we'll fly away like birds
Come up behind me in the night
As we gaze at starlight skies
Kiss me deep under light of moon
An
Chase me down to the ends of the universe
Seek me like no other
Catch my scent and follow me
Tell me you're my lover
Kiss where no one has before
Scars no one has seen
Love every part of me
Give me somewhere to lean
Pin me down and kiss my neck
Elicit sweet moans from me
Tease me delicately, 'till I beg
A hot mess for you to see
Nuzzle me underneath your chin
Cuddle me in warm arms
Soothe me with the softest whispers
Take my sense of alarm
Love me with a fiery passion
Claim me as your own
Keep me safe wherever we are
Build with me a home
Share with me forbidden secrets
Stories no one has heard
I'll take your heart, and you mine
And we'll fly away like birds
Come up behind me in the night
As we gaze at starlight skies
Kiss me deep under light of moon
And never say goodbye.
Healing hands, the most valuable asset in the world
To catch all who fall, to help those hiding in the corner curled
The gift of making someone into better health, how amazing
When all one can do is cry in a dark room, eyes glazing
If it weren’t for them who I am today would never exist
Their impact on the world, a luxury we would always miss
That those of all backgrounds and struggles
Would have a safe place, in those healing hands to nuzzle
One can think of nothing better to see
Than such a wonderful transformation, people filled with glee
Thank you to all of those healing hands
So that all who are lost, may once again stand
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