Laying on the dock
listening to the lapping water
below.
Snap. breaking twig on shore
behind trees.
Flickering red flame
only an instant.
Rocket of sparks soaring overhead like a shooting star.
Silver rain falling out of the darkness.
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Paddle On
Rocking waves
tormenting my small boat.
Threatening to throw me over.
Paddle on
into the glowing sun.
Cool drips of water fall to my face.
Cove, straight ahead.
Water pushing.
Pulling
Wont let it overtake me.
Paddle on.
Sliding gently onto shore.
tormenting my small boat.
Threatening to throw me over.
Paddle on
into the glowing sun.
Cool drips of water fall to my face.
Cove, straight ahead.
Water pushing.
Pulling
Wont let it overtake me.
Paddle on.
Sliding gently onto shore.
Neighbor
Sheet of ice blanketing the street.
He stood three feet short
in front of my house.
Hockey stick in hand
boots on his feet.
Come out and play.
Cloud of words forming in the cold still air.
The winter chill bit my face as I stepped out.
A smile grew
consuming his young face.
Stick in my hand.
He stood three feet short
in front of my house.
Hockey stick in hand
boots on his feet.
Come out and play.
Cloud of words forming in the cold still air.
The winter chill bit my face as I stepped out.
A smile grew
consuming his young face.
Stick in my hand.
Friday, May 15, 2009
"I Need You to Love Me" Barlow Girl
You have something you wish to tell
your eyes give it all away.
I know what I want you to say but I'm afraid
if it's not I might implode!
Should I say it first?
Whats on your mind hun? You can tell me.
I want to tell you, I'm not sure how.
You will understand if you read my lips.
Elephant shoes. Is it like olive juice?
What do my lips reveal?
You can see my hidden secret
my eyes give it all away.
I know what I want to say, please say it first.
Can't be the one to spill it all.
Relieve this torment.
Whats on your mind hun? You can tell me.
I want to tell you, I'm not sure how.
You will understand if you read my lips.
Elephant Shoes. Is it like olive juice?
What do my lips reveal.
Oh yes I understand, I love you too.
I've almost let it slip so many times.
Oh yes I understand, I love you too.
hmm.....
I Need You to Love Me
your eyes give it all away.
I know what I want you to say but I'm afraid
if it's not I might implode!
Should I say it first?
Whats on your mind hun? You can tell me.
I want to tell you, I'm not sure how.
You will understand if you read my lips.
Elephant shoes. Is it like olive juice?
What do my lips reveal?
You can see my hidden secret
my eyes give it all away.
I know what I want to say, please say it first.
Can't be the one to spill it all.
Relieve this torment.
Whats on your mind hun? You can tell me.
I want to tell you, I'm not sure how.
You will understand if you read my lips.
Elephant Shoes. Is it like olive juice?
What do my lips reveal.
Oh yes I understand, I love you too.
I've almost let it slip so many times.
Oh yes I understand, I love you too.
hmm.....
I Need You to Love Me
The Walk
Small round porthole
window, children spy.
Twisting, flaking bark.
Five stacked tires among junk pile.
Quait little log cabin amidst urban scape.
Peanut shells littering the ground like leaves in fall.
Sunflower chair turned to makeshift portapotty.
Lone leaf cartwheeling down center street.
Gaps, cracks illuminated with caution yellow.
window, children spy.
Twisting, flaking bark.
Five stacked tires among junk pile.
Quait little log cabin amidst urban scape.
Peanut shells littering the ground like leaves in fall.
Sunflower chair turned to makeshift portapotty.
Lone leaf cartwheeling down center street.
Gaps, cracks illuminated with caution yellow.
Dinner Date
Blowsy Betty wearing a babushka babbled
of the beaucoup bandicoot burbleing burgoo
to her bruiser bohunk.
of the beaucoup bandicoot burbleing burgoo
to her bruiser bohunk.
A Shattered Heart
Monday, April 27, 2009
Afternoon
Blue eyes
river reflecting
spilling desires.
Entrancing "Irish Spring" floats on the breeze.
Heart beat
thud of a stallion racing against time.
Knowing you are mine.
Tenderly two buds caress
crimson blush.
Soaring high above valley with ease.
Icy rain slipping down my cheek
Shiver...
I cannot speak.
Dripping golden tresses clinging to my back.
Strong limbs wrapped around me.
Can it be?
A mug of hot chocolate warming me inside out.
Stable and Comforting.
Sweet mint tingaling my tounge.
Fresh, drenched earth in the wind.
Complete bliss.
river reflecting
spilling desires.
Entrancing "Irish Spring" floats on the breeze.
Heart beat
thud of a stallion racing against time.
Knowing you are mine.
Tenderly two buds caress
crimson blush.
Soaring high above valley with ease.
Icy rain slipping down my cheek
Shiver...
I cannot speak.
Dripping golden tresses clinging to my back.
Strong limbs wrapped around me.
Can it be?
A mug of hot chocolate warming me inside out.
Stable and Comforting.
Sweet mint tingaling my tounge.
Fresh, drenched earth in the wind.
Complete bliss.
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Life
crunch, crunch, crunch.
Little stone off-setting solid sturdy pavement
leading to where?
Marveling mystery set in motion.
hug pot-holes as they pass.
Skipping yellow trail separating right, wrong.
Journey unraveled
never erase miles traveled.
Hold tight.
Guiding light.
Little stone off-setting solid sturdy pavement
leading to where?
Marveling mystery set in motion.
hug pot-holes as they pass.
Skipping yellow trail separating right, wrong.
Journey unraveled
never erase miles traveled.
Hold tight.
Guiding light.
Turcotte, Jennifer. "Road." 2009. Photo. 14 May,2009 <http://fhspoetry2009.blogspot.com/>
Love
A field of daisies
on a lazy afternoon.
Sweet kisses in the moons reflection on the pond.
Fresh scent of dew
on the grass in the early morning.
Love is
the tender emotion of bliss.
on a lazy afternoon.
Sweet kisses in the moons reflection on the pond.
Fresh scent of dew
on the grass in the early morning.
Love is
the tender emotion of bliss.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
The Stream
So much depends
upon
meandering
stream
sparkling crystal
clear
in the early
morning.
"Foto_streams_20.jpg."30-Jun-2006. Photograph. Index of /wgallery/images_large/155_streams. 18 March 2009. < http://fotoved.ru/wgallery/images_large/155_streams/?S=A>
Twinkle Twinkle
Dancing particle of light.
Pondering throughout the night.
Standing still above the sky
gem of heaven flashing by.
Dancing particle of light.
Pondering throughout the night.
Martin, Greg. "Stars." Picture. Tutorial: Make A Realistic Star Field. 17 March 2007. <http://gallery.artofgregmartin.com/tuts_arts/making_a_star_field.html>
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Found Poem
Battle brass-handled copper jazz.
wishes granted Prisoners escape.
Passion posh perch piece of Paradise
Dreaming magic smitten moment,
drizzle delectable sensations.
Wild-eyed waterfall rain oasis
eloquently cool before Kissing.
wishes granted Prisoners escape.
Passion posh perch piece of Paradise
Dreaming magic smitten moment,
drizzle delectable sensations.
Wild-eyed waterfall rain oasis
eloquently cool before Kissing.
Riddle Poem
civilized or Wild
my sweet aroma floats on air.
my Mary flavors your dinner.
Blushing flesh of soft velvet.
My bite is like that of cactus.
Always thirsting.
Whether Standing among many
or alone my elegant beauty is classic.
I am the gentle messenger of passion.
Answer
my sweet aroma floats on air.
my Mary flavors your dinner.
Blushing flesh of soft velvet.
My bite is like that of cactus.
Always thirsting.
Whether Standing among many
or alone my elegant beauty is classic.
I am the gentle messenger of passion.
Answer
Two Tone Poem
Part of me is sage green
A cool honeydew melon
gentle and earthy,
whistle of wind in the trees
soft hum of bees.
The calm lake in the evening before a storm.
But there is another part of me you may discover.
Vibrant fuchsia,
As juicy as an exotic flower
sweet kool-aid
with love to trade.
Wild and Spicy
Yet still a flity warm satin.
Both are alive,
Thriving within me.
A cool honeydew melon
gentle and earthy,
whistle of wind in the trees
soft hum of bees.
The calm lake in the evening before a storm.
But there is another part of me you may discover.
Vibrant fuchsia,
As juicy as an exotic flower
sweet kool-aid
with love to trade.
Wild and Spicy
Yet still a flity warm satin.
Both are alive,
Thriving within me.
"Sage-ON-Fuschia." 2009.photograph. Urquid Linen. 6 March 2009. http://www.urquidlinen.com/color_chart.html
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