Romantic poetry

fizzle

when we met
your fences stood tall,
proud and mighty
of a wood that near gleamed
pristine

at a week
i saw a splinter
maybe two
and perhaps some of the sheen
dimmed

at a month
i was sure i found
chinks, chunks
and a dozen knotholes
popped

at a year
your fences made a decrepit
clown’s mouth on
an abandoned funhouse wall look
new

and today
your fences are afire
as you try
to resurrect them in time:
surrender

for my dear
i pour water upon your ruins
forsaken
to the fizzle of my love
eternal

light

in a certain proverbial light
you look like a rock star
all glitter and sweaty
though in truth i know
the glitter’s internal
something you show me
when we’re alone together
something about you
so private and yes
fascinating to me,
it’s that inner glitter
that keeps me coming back

now to do something
about the sweat
a shower perhaps?
do you glitter
in the shower?

Lifeblood

Chips of presents
shattered in my mind
your heart gathers them for me
like droplets of dew’s magnetic wake
liquefy my thoughts
weep tears of joy
or leave me to be
dust

LGH
February 18, 2007

Days of Love

A spark in the darkness
The flash of a dream
A bulb that burns blue
Then blackness of bleeding void

But when dawn is deepest
The sky’s bruised blanket
A promise of primrose
Sunrise seems secretly suspended

A young day begins for us
The light creeps cautiously through the cracks
A hint of a gleam of a question
How have our scars brought us here?

Slowly our lenses lift to the rays
The courage contained
Makes a break for the beam
Balances precariously between beats

Basking brilliantly in our newfound sun
In ovation our souls stand
For hope has found daylight
Joyous joining of our noon

We gaze graciously at countenance kept
In facades we find flawlessly fresh
We dive to depths of painful pleasure
Holding helplessly to mindless madness

Looking ever into eternity’s bliss
Shining suns and stars and simple sights
But our eyes eventually falter, consciously creating
Imagination, blinds, binds, breaks

Why did we do it once again?
Had our memories faded so fully?
That we dared to bare our lives to love
When setting suns and deathly darknesses, continually come.

LGH ~ March 23, 2005

pixie childe

she lay awake
’til the break of dawn
and watch
as fairies
tuck themselves
away in corners
among the dust
then she closes her eyes
and dreams

tall grass
dip’t in dew
glistens in the light
of sparks sprinkled
from fairy wands
the prism’d rainbows
arc ‘cross black sky
cut by lightning
rendering sleep
unfathom’d

sleepy

as i climb the stairs
for the umpteenth time,
i wish just once
there was someone who
could carry me there,
to tuck me in
to kiss my brow
and turn off the light
and say, it’ll be all right
just sleep and i’ll
take care of all.
but when i awake
after a long night’s slumber
i open my eyes to find
everything is the same.

loss of self

does it matter
that you don’t care?
should i reject you
for my self-esteem’s sake?
you’re so beautiful
i feel privileged
just to be noticed
by the likes of you
let alone to lie with you,
to hear your most private moans.
i think of all the girls
who would be so envious
should i have the freedom
to tell…
but your wife
can never find out
so i must keep silent
and it’s just as well
our private time
is just for us
is it not?
was that me you spoke of
to your friend?
i hope not
…
does it matter
that i don’t matter
or do i?
i daren’t ask

yoyo – #AtoZ Challenge

you wind me up
and hold me

you let me go
i fall
and spin
and hit bottom
and wonder
if you’ll jerk me back up

or leave me dangling

while i wait to find out
i’ll just walk the dog

spirit

eyes closed
the music falls in patterned beats
from my fingertips
to the page
and when i feel you near
the breath of your aura
melting together with mine
in a rainbow of swirling energy
i smile
knowing that no matter what,
through life and through death,
you are with me,
the music that sustains me.

Quibbler – #AtoZ Challenge

The quixotic man quotes
from ye olde text
of a quivering maiden
about to execute a virginal leap of faith
into the arms of her lover
but the quibbler quickly points out
her lover is not yet
her lover if she is still
a quivering virgin.
The quixotic man
quells his urge
to quarrel, knowing
the quibbler can quite annoyingly
never be quieted.

Author’s Notes:

1. There are times when poetry seems easier than prose. I suppose it flows better, depending on the subject.

2. I have no plans to write Adult Content fiction pieces for this challenge, but it happens, and it’s sometimes beyond my control if I’m to remain authentic to my muse. I will place a warning in the title of those posts which fall under the AC category.