Divine

the ocean is wondrous
powerful
womb of creation
she is a spectacle all on her own
but oh…
when the sun dives into her
what colors that neither alone could make
and man holds its breath at the union

come be my sun

A Simple Poem

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complex creature, poetry, self analysis

I wish I were simple

 

red balloons are pretty

popped they are a tragedy

ice cream loves me

and mud is fun

simple

 

but I am the layers of loam in the wood

a thousand colors

just in the spectrum of green

and one hundred and eighty degrees

stretching from dank earth to full bloom

 

the worst of times are those when I am still

but not quiet in my mind

thoughts buzz like hives moving their queen

the world’s weight on every wing

visions building mountains

where mole hills once stood

 

a multitude of dimensions playing hide

while my conscious mind desperately seeks

to make sense of that which fades and haunts

reality peeks from behind tree trunks

only to duck in owl holes

leaving me wondering – who

I really am and why

I must feel so much

when all I want to be

 

is simple

Wisdom over Pearls

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words are a girl's best friend

I can not be bought with shiny things
nor with clouded promises painted on blue
ribboned boxes and gilded trinkets will not secure me
fragrant blossoms and sweet treats will not endear me

bathe me instead in authentic words
pin them like forget-me-nots upon my skin
bring me thoughts far-fetched and freshly picked
fragrant bits of daydreams and schemes sprinkled at my feet

and when my ears are full and my brain is drunk
bring me back down to this physical plane
with hands hard against effervescent flesh
hold me, mold me until again I take shape

A Practice in Not

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poetry, restraint

I lace myself in
and push myself forward
while tirelessly climbing
a horizontal line

hold my tongue
and take the microphone
to speak my mind
within this vow of silence

to be beyond reproach
is my approach to this
game without play
yet daily strive to disobey

and so wildly paint
a most brilliant me
with a thousand shades
of beige

and faithfully I am vigilant
in the overseeing
of the undoing
of what would naturally be me

When the Sky Orgasms, She is Not Shy

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gaia, god, goddess, Source

I trudged through a haze of my own making
wondered at my purpose and place
challenged the existence of this higher power
readjusted my heavy bags and searched for my car

glanced up as I moved through the parking lot
stopped mid-step
charcoal smudges of cirrus were smeared broad across a liquid pink sky
drawn like tilled rows of crumbled Oreos on melted rainbow sherbet

colors so ridiculously intense
bands so geometrically parallel
it could only be the nights dreamy story drawn in indigo ink
tempting the breathless sun with one last tango

jaw still gaping, breathing long since forgotten
my mind smiled reassured and then slapped my ego
yep you got skills big G
when you’re done with this display

I could really use a hug later

Seesaw

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games we never outgrow, saint, sinner

I stand astride
a foot to either side
trying to balance the teeter
with the totter
fighting the lightness
the spirit ever curious
ever evolving
floating up
against the wicked
the delicious dark
the playful weight
wanting to go deep
why must these be
polar points
why not come to the axis
melding as one
relax us
for I’m tired of this child’s ride

Hold Me, Can You?

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all of me, mate

there are so many types
some hand wrought
molten and poured
or thrown and fired

thick and sturdy
tall and elegant
fragile and priceless

but I don’t need many
I only need one
that I can pour my soul into comfortably
one that can hold the all of me

Vine Sprite

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when you find tiny shoes in your wine glass or wine stains on your toes

I don’t try to delay my decent
as I slide down the inside
of my wine glass

I think Cabernet toes suit me
sink a little lower
let the berry bursts
and pepper notes
invade every orifice

close my eyes and hope for
a smooth finish

Muselings

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crazy silliness, fairies, fantasy, muse

at the end of any day they will always cradle me
better yet in a tirade they will yell louder
even throw large paper clips
and stomp their tiny feet
when I might cringe at such a thing
but they know they give me strength

and if ever I’m in love
you’d think they’d scoff me
but they do not
they polish themselves up to shining
and come with buckets of sweet smelling petals
they spread wide, volumes of like feelings
petting the beloved passages and pointing
they open chests of these silly furry things
they call them warm fuzzies
they take them with big grins on their faces
and dump them on my head

all the while skipping
all the while filling my quill to bursting
all the while laying down clean white parchment
nodding in that way that they do
you know, that “go ahead” nod
as if they already know what it is
I am about to write

Idlewhile

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A real ranch on the "Lost Coast" where strangers were encouraged to "idle a while" and share their stories and music always enchanted me.

when I imagine
we are nestled on a porch
banjos playing down by the fire
we sit listening
and you let me peel you
like a banana
huge strips of discovery
so sweet but not weak
inside

they play folk songs
and a guitar joins in
I let you peel me
not all this night
more like an onion
it’ll take some time

you will cry at my story
and I am sorry
but I am strong
so cut into my layers
there I will show
that we onions
turn sweet
when warmed slow

come feast on me
by the fire
I’m worth the years it takes
to get
to know