Month: October 2019

roar

roar

the resonance that vibrates 

beyond fields unplowed 

she aches for it 

forever needing more 

the shades of him 

those that echo brazenly 

through the enchantment 

of his roar 

sometimes with zealous thunder 

standing proud

others aloof 

a whisper in the crowd 

sometimes timid 

a cry in the night 

then others contemplating 

a reason not to fight 

the one that grows loudest 

the one that keeps her near 

is the growl that begins slowly 

finding its home within her ear 

resonating it’s desire, it’s intent 

it’s every need 

she answers with stillness 

forever giving him the lead 

that ghostly roar 

the reminder he is there 

through the night, through the day 

those many shades of him 

she need not beckon to stay 

for he is home

they both know it to be true 

the truth there behind his eyes 

matching her own hunger 

within each and every hue 

her lover, her guide 

the lion of her blush 

drinking every bit of him 

with no intentions to rush 

giving her soul 

for he keeps it within 

between those roars 

where her heart became whole 

once again 

umbrella

beneath this tree I look to thee 

high above you’ve perched your soul 

its nearness I no longer feel it’s flow 

for i sense you have seen 

that my heart has found a kindred beat

beyond the one you left bleeding 

my hand he took with gentle persuasion 

knowing somehow before me I’d take it 

perhaps you went to him in a dream 

and whispered your worry of me 

guiding him to this place where we seem now to be 

my heart again is full my love 

he is the umbrella you left behind 

I feel you thought, you knew I’d find 

he spreads his love like marmalade 

you’d laugh no doubt at his quirky ways 

his voice and choice of words 

he’s so different yet so very much the same 

he fills this void I came again to have 

when you rode the wave 

that healed your pain 

yet gave me mine 

between fingertips he ignites this woman 

that I’ve become 

in part from you 

in part what was always there 

that I had not the courage to see 

like looking in the mirror 

seeing now not one, not two but now three of me 

he chooses every one to love as I of he 

for he’s not perfect just as we 

he knows these channels 

where weeds seem always to threaten

the manicured path we strive to walk 

I see in him this will to procure 

every bit of heaven that chance deems us have 

and have we shall one fine day 

as you sit upon that tree 

smiling down on me 

current

you didn’t make this me 

it was hiding beneath 

wandering, drowning 

in my own self made ocean 

swimming dipping 

some days floating along this unknown current 

that I let take me 

content with the not knowing 

of what should be 

losing faith 

after hope fell between 

fingertips to ashes 

whispering now to trees 

some days as if mocking a memory 

yet this one fine day 

when a rebellious current came 

the herons flew 

in perfect symmetry 

as this something shifted beneath me 

swirling ever slowly 

until I found myself 

turned to you 

a something new 

but no not really 

it seemed you’d just taken a breath 

and found another way 

to call to my heart 

your words

like a chorus of rain 

within the enchanted forest 

I’ve now come to find my way to  

along the riverbed 

where my heart rewinds 

set to play 

as new chapters bear our names 

through your quill I find 

my new current….