December 1, 2009 at 10:36 pm
· Filed under apple, body, breakfast, breast, bush, cedar, cherry, cherry blossom, dance, fall, fingers, flight, flute, grape, hip tattoo, human heart, legs, limbs, love, lovers, lungs, lust, moon, naked, night, play, poem, poetry, rain, sea, seed, sex, short poem, skinny dip, snow, star tattoo, swim, universe ·Tagged beauty, birds, poem, poetry, song
Write your poem — she told me –
not about a snow storm
but rather a snow flake.
That is how she came to me,
not with blizz and bluster,
fizz and fluster, but soft
and Seleney, floaty, flirty,
melt on my shirty,
crystallined, one of a kind.
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September 27, 2009 at 11:09 pm
· Filed under cats, flying, night, poem, poetry, song, songbird ·Tagged poem, poetry, birds, budgies, cat, crow, song
blue budgies two
lovely singers you
both bright eyed
your window wide
neither cat crow
wind nor snow
do sylvan dreams
on feathered wings
yet take flight
this velvet night?
in my cage
my wingless age
bound by weight
a lifetime’s freight
hand cinched ties
deep set eyes
confined by fears
a million years
my sentence long
no morning song
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