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Joshua Hawkins Poem
Untamed and overflowing snug jungles thick and fruitful burst rife pregnant and spouting lavish green expressions. The white broil of the day globe supreme in its blistering febrile; relief sought in the milky turquoise waters teeming smooth unbroken tide. Rain falls in delicate melody curling upon lazy afternoon buffalo. Torn coconuts nestle upon the waterfalls as locals, sweet dove like drifting valley flowers. Ants fuss upon the barks of the mango trees, white stalks and avocado lark free. Here lies an island of unbroken weight, primeval and rampant, supreme unearthly, an equatorial heaven, here on earth.
Copyright © Joshua Hawkins | Year Posted 2014
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Joshua Hawkins Poem
A thousand stars gazed upon our lonely souls as we desired nothing but this moment to demand still the shadows of time.
Our hands melted as the sun softened our motions, her warm brow pressed mine.
I held her so tight her body fit like The Perfect Jigsaw.
Toes tingled as crystal winter rivers curl beneath valleys and wild forests, my faint heartbeat chimed with hers in delicate accord.
Her lips against mine our spirit burst free with the westerly winds passing softly through.
We gazed rain of pearl waterfalls stream as liquid diamonds from the bare winter branches that glistened bourbon under the ever fading evening sun.
Love blossomed early spring.
Copyright © Joshua Hawkins | Year Posted 2015
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Joshua Hawkins Poem
I was a boy, once, lost in a wood,
Where I stood, alone and scared.
Sunk within the damp earth moss,
I wondered across the wood shadows.
The loom branches arched above,
Claws of a turtle dove, caught my every breath.
Smells of burning bracken hung the air,
They didn't care, the birds of the undergrowth,
That a boy had become lost,
Frozen soft, the stillness of the air I remember.
Until the warm arm embraced,
Softly placed, a body I knew so well.
The darkness had now gone,
The sun shone, upon my golden hair.
I looked back and smiled,
At that scared child, crying alone.
I was a boy, once, lost in a wood.
Copyright © Joshua Hawkins | Year Posted 2014
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Joshua Hawkins Poem
The winter emerged bare chested and ripe, stripped of summers hot and heavy lusty nights.
A virgin frost had formed upon the flesh of the olive branch, and the flushed face of summer's bloom slowly sank.
Cloudburst now revealed the nude turquoise of winter, which flooded the skies with its breathless chill of frigid pleasure.
Copyright © Joshua Hawkins | Year Posted 2014
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Joshua Hawkins Poem
Lofty notions ruffled amongst the rustics,
reaching amongst the less broody of the brunch.
As the cities held the wealth of the dreams, the men clambered upon the star lights and the moon beams.
Grasping in vain of the growls of their plump old wives, they moved and found solitude in sorrow amongst the grey curling mass of a myriad of broken lives.
They grazed amongst the smut of the shadows and sank beneath the cracks.
By a city they had been betrayed.
Nothing now but skies of greys of the sodden slaves sleeping on sadness and sorrow.
Copyright © Joshua Hawkins | Year Posted 2014
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Joshua Hawkins Poem
Arabesques of reflecting rainbows journeyed out from the shadow mosques. Smells of burning and screaming hobbled amongst the crowd as I trod the earth upon my steel stallion, dreaming and living, lost between the echo of the gummy worlds.
Copyright © Joshua Hawkins | Year Posted 2014
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