The light dances brightly in my heart When I think of you and you and you A little flight of the chords in the song That I sing in my own voice and I look up At a sky that’s bright blue decorated With the clouds and the wind blowing tuck My hair behind my…
Category: Poetry
You Have My Heart
As we sit here on this tree in the middle of the snow My heart is full of joy and I’m cozy in the know I give my life to you and I swear all the merriment will be shared I offer to you words unasked for and plans underprepared I’m hoping that you come…
Picker Nicks
A checkered red and white blanket placed on the ground Bread and jam and honey and all the strawberries we found The sunlight filtering down through an oak tree Apple-stuffed cheeks and lukewarm thermos tea Full tummies and sticky hands and shiny big smiles Flowers and happiness and soft warm wait-a-whiles The odd cloud provides…
Love Found Us When We Went Looking
My lover slips in between the trees as quietly As he slips in and out of my heart and although I hunt him He eludes me and all I hear are the soft cries of my own heart With a bell here and a lonesome drum beart there the music Wishes me lover into my…
Pin Pricks
The bright yellow wattle stings me as I pass by And even though Jesus says to first look at the plank of wood in my own eye I am irritated, addle-jaded, nervous and somewhat constipated By the audacity of nature to work in her own seasons and unsated Her thirst for my blood God knows…
The Dreamer
Pillows asplayed a young girl not more than sixteen Lies wearing a green dress on milk-white silk sheen Crowned in orange and pink flowers she’s at bliss Eyes vacant body a shell her mind barely a hiss And she watches the trees above her sway across Like her hips as she turns over unselfconscious There…
Never Meet Your Heroes
It’s nothing special, being good It’s just being what others expect of you What they want you to be or make it clear they need It’s the wide paved open road that leads to being good So I’m not surprised, quite frankly, when most people are good It’s the outer edges of humanity, though Those…
Truth-telling
Telling a truth isn’t the same as telling a lie One of them falls so easily from honeyed lips Its cadence and melody designed to help you believe Begging you to come closer and enter a world Where beauty and kindness are twisted reflections Of themselves and ourselves and where a lie isn’t Is as…
Winding Up
When we are lying so close that our bodies are touching I reach out tentatively at first A foot here and elbow there and then I hit gold Your warm chest aching and soft on my cheek My lips trace the edges of your hand as it scratches The tip of my ear and my…
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