As I’m bowed, in cares distraught
Lightness unbends, thru an arbor caught
In the rigid coils of tight binds
Gladness interlaces with vines that unwind
Netted in a shadow of grasping night
Moonlit petals glow their reflective sight
Entrenched in weight of concrete inveighs
Nectarine wings point the scented airy way…
This entry is just the beginning of sanctuary
Gardens small grow and call the wisdom of trees…
Utopian dreams realign where nature breathes
Inviting serenity in wraps of soothing wreathes
Deep as the roots and high as a sun-ride
Elevation is granted where greenery’s the guide.
(8/18/2020: '87 Skipjack 28; Fresno. Sanctuary contest)
Girded loins sway
in restive need of sterile quarry,
lithe star spangled limbs
span the velvet heavens,
silver huntress Diana
unbends slender crescent arms,
looses the gleaming arrow,
unknowing, unerring, the missile
flies to the mark,
unflinching, the prey falters
in fatal ecstasy,
finite pleasure
alloyed with infinite pain.
Pan’s Frolicsome Guffaw
’Tis the eve of The Equinox.
Methinks I hear midst Boreas’ frozen rattlings,
an unsticking of great Pan’s frolicsome guffaw;
a cheering hint of his sweet pipe!
The warming sun doth his winter’s musings thaw,
his slumberous desire arousing.
His torpid chill’d soul methinks unbends
in vernal cabbage nigh, in newly trickled streams;
Finish’d then to be, his frosty
abjuration of sweet Syrinx!
I was sixteen budding and fulfilling.
He was fifteen searching and awkward,
walking me home from a bus stop backwards,
carrying my bags, strutting a silly-grin valor.
What a sweet little braggart, trying to woo me.
Quiet and shy with his little trick, a smile
hesitantly grown, an innocent blossom of trust.
Twisted feet tripped, he stuttered, my heart gripped.
One week later still he walked me, holding my bag
sweetly and silently. I grew bold in his attention
our walks extended and moved for privacy.
Budding and grinning I tripped, fell, and he caught me.
I was seventeen and haughty and proud.
He was sixteen budding and promising...
Life fell apart as the world caved in around me,
exploding inwards I fell, and he caught me.
He has held me all these years never leaving.
A promise of trust and love unending
And still his quiet slow grin unbends
my heart and makes the world re-spin.
his/her eyes fade in the sun light,
his/her heart beat doesn't seem right,
they look as if they have lost this fight,
seems he/she was another in their sight.
heart beaten,love struck,now just a sad ending,
I watched as his/her world changed from the loving,
to them it was love,and that is what he/she was wanting,
now the pain in his/her heart beats as if it was never ending.
when a love story comes to an end,
all that is left is a bitter broken friend,
seems as if there heart never unbends,
hunted by the love lost and its descend,
picking up the pieces of love gone wrong,
not willing to move on just wanting to belong,
playing it over and over like a sad love song,
when your heart breaks it's hard to be strong.
as a friend you can't find the right words to say,
you need to get over her/him start a new day,
we all have been here the pain will go away,
love...we all want it, we're just not willing to pay.