LOVE POEM #122 – Fire at Night

Fire at Night

 

In the depths of the red fires

where Melisandre fears night,

I think about the dancing tongues,

those flames that colored her old cheeks.

 

When I look close I cannot see

the hand that bears the burning sword;

all I see is warmth in winter

brought to the frost on your cold cheeks.

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Dog Outdoors (and Other Haikus)

Fried Bananas

Sweetness in yellow

caramelizes in oil

and browns into gold.

 

Snow Angel

She lies in the snow,

waving her arms back and forth,

like she was flying.

 

Distracted

I can hear her voice

but the words seem to be lost

somewhere in her eyes.

 

Spicy Sauce

The tip of my tongue

tingles as the taste hits me

like liquid fire.

 

Dog Outdoors

He sees me and barks.

When I look through the window

he wags his tail.

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LOVE POEM #121 – Rain Dance

Rain Dance

 

Just as, when the long rain passes,

the pools of water grow so still

that you can see your reflection

undisturbed by the dance of droplets

 

so, when you had stopped your motions,

it seemed as though my life stood still

and I could see within myself

to depths I had not known before.

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FIFTY WORD STORY – Creation

When water fell from the sky he knew thirst. When trees bore their fruit he knew hunger. When the sun broke through the clouds he knew warmth, and when the moon took its place he knew wonder. But when he met her, he knew nothing, for he had felt love.

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Walking the Dog (and Other Haikus)

Shower Thoughts

Words rise through the steam

as the water scalds the cold

out of tired limbs.

 

Autumn Eyes

Her eyes are like leaves

that drift down to the red dirt.

Fall is in her hair.

 

Toothpick

Lodged between my teeth,

a kernel swells with pressure

‘til I stab it free.

 

Midnight Snack

The cold floorboards creak

as I cross through the kitchen

to sneak a quick bite.

 

Walking the Dog

He pulls the harness

in hopes that we will hurry

after the squirrel.

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LOVE POEM #120 – Baby Steps

Baby Steps

 

Do you miss his pitter-patter

on the wood floors? His feet were like

rain drops stumbling on the roof

after lightning had cracked the sky.

 

Now his steps would be the thunder;

his shoes a mountain to the hills

of booties we kept when he left

to chase Ulysses on the sea.

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FIFTY WORD STORY – A Dog in the Rain

The rain trickled down the building onto an upturned tin bucket. The sound attracted a shivering dog out from his meager protection: a patch of space in the corner beneath the overhang, hidden from the howling wind. He took a tentative taste from the top, then hobbled back to safety.

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Cat Paintings (and Other Haikus)

Graffiti

I can’t read the words

but in the stroke of letters

I can sense their rage.

 

Homeless Man

His fingers tremble

as he fumbles to hold on

to his cardboard sign.

 

Cassette Tape

The whirl of tape

spinning in the dusty box

brings back beginnings.

 

Interrogation

The waiter walks up

cocks his pen and his notepad.

Ready to order?

 

Cat Paintings

A rogue pair of paws

step into the batch of blue

and cross the canvas.

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MUSIC SERIES – The Gypsy Girl

This poem was inspired (strangely) by Like a G6 by Far East Movement. Specifically the opening. I meant it when I said don’t question the Muse. 😉

 

The Gypsy Girl

 

The lips of the gypsy curled

like the Cheshire cat’s

as she felt his hands grip her hips

the way bears grab at river fish.

 

Her invisible fingertips

picked at his pockets

then she slipped away in the stream

laughing about how mad he was.

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LOVE POEM #119 – Good Morning

Good Morning

As, when in a drought, the waters

will recede to reveal banks

from beneath the shimmering lake

like a hidden painting of gold,

 

so were the slopes of her body

unveiled from beneath the sheets

when she twisted her slumber

from the pale beams of sunlight.

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