while
curled up
on the sofa
of time
with memories
that purr
like
an old persian cat
seeking
attention
when
their
human
becomes busy
with
a new life
and
must be
reminded
of reality
by
sinking sharp claws
deep into
their mortal skin
recalling
for them
how life
offers
not only joy
but
pain
a friendly
reminder
from
a friend
who will
not
be
ignored
joy
i asked
aunt bea
about a poem
i had just written
about offertories
she made
a sly smile
and said
words on the page
are just
that
words
but
when
the reader
makes
them
their own
they
come alive
weaving dreams
fears
and
hopes
into the fabric
of their day
it ‘s
their fabric
covering
the exposed skin
of their being
removing
that layer
of fantasy
and
protection
would make them
emotionally nude
and
child
that’s something
at my age
you
don’t
want to
see
there was a man
i shall call him
everyman
since his name
is not important
nor shall i tell you
his religion
since all religions
would have led him
to the same fate
so it was that everyman
came to the sea of death
seeking the monster
that had destroyed
all that was sacred to him
the smell of rotting fish
and sulfur filled the air
and he could barely breathe
but his anger was so great
that he waded into the sea
seeking his revenge
his flesh burned
but he refused
to give up his quest
soon his skin became numb
like a heart that’s filled with hate
and he was able to dive
beneath the surface
into its depths
with each dive his skin
became more adapted
protected by an armor
that he felt was righteousness
and so it was
for years
and one day he came upon the beast
and slayed it without mercy
the waters around him filled with blood
and he swam towards
the shore
but as he approached
screams could be heard
that the beast had returned
and in the reflection of the moon
he could see
that he had
become
the
beast
Photograph by Vlad
my words
are all around you
feel them
against your skin
gentle as my lips
tracing the curvature
of your spine
in our warm bed
just
before morning’s dawn
do not ask if this will end
close your eyes
hold this moment
a gentle breeze
caressing the soul’s passion
holding our love
within this hallowed sanctuary
where each touch
is a sacred point
of the cross
in our love
and
where every breath
i take
becomes
a holy
sacrament
of
love
Jade and Vlad have done it again…forced me to write a love poem during this challenge because of the image they provided. For those of you new to this recent challenge…the whole idea behind it is to send a picture ( in this case by Vlad) to the other as inspiration (to the visual muse), and the other has to write a poem inspired by the image. Please take a look at how Jade has responded to my most recent challenge photograph on her site.
Image provided by Vlad
fingers move
gliding through
extended time
floating on skin
tracing passion’s contour
no lines of separation
the glow of morning
no other sounds
but
heartbeats
and
slow breaths
deep
as each kiss shared
words fade into gentle touches
and soft kisses
rippling down the spine
there is nothing called time
again
lips meet
part
sharing even
the air they breathe
This is the fourth part of a series of poetry challenges between Jade (http://jadepaloma.wordpress.com/) and me. The whole idea behind it is to send a picture ( in this case by Vlad) to the other as inspiration (or visual muse, if you want to), and the other has to write a poem inspired by the image. Visit her site to see how she has responded to m third challenge photograph on her site.
long before his morning coffee
they lay hidden
waiting for their prey
no movement
but full of venom
poised to strike
without warning
he moved outside
preparing for another day
tractor readied
he moved
the body bitten
with full force
fangs sunk deep into the flesh
breaking open the skin
the venom injected
his blood seized by this flash of pain
cascading through his body
into his heart
and
with those
words
she
walked
away
Read Between the Minds 