Month: June 2021

Anniversary

This bed
She told me
Is no safe harbor
I’ll scour barnacles
Cut moorings
Burn maps
Take back my soul
To give to the wind

Your mind
She told me
Is anchored 
Dragging the bottom
Caught on old stories
Of dead selves
And journeys that
Were never ours

The past
She said
Is gone
The future
Uncertain
Erase yourself
In this truth
Only then
Can our lines
Be drawn again

~r

Righters

Poetry
Flows in isolation
Thoughts of others
Wax brilliant as the moon
Against a darkened sky

Ordering the world to our thoughts
Fears and desires held captive
At the tip of a pen

Artistry
Is a public celebration
Living poetry in the company of others
Entwining stories like dancing leaves
In the bright blue light of day

Engaged and present
Enjoying the poetry of life un captured
Hearts open, minds quiet
We become Artists
Living the Poetry of Earth

~r

Canvas

Hearts pounding
Bodies blending
Their histories like paint

In a palate of sheets
Reds and greens and purples
Spilling out in new forms

Massaged from containers
No longer capped by shame

Forbidden dreams of
Soft flushed bodies
Naked and vibrant atop canvas
Possessed by creative spirits

Tracing secret curves
Teasing desires from darkness
Sculpting pleasures that erupt
Giving life back to stone

Lovers as artists
Each encounter the raw surface
On which to spill their souls
Revealing in this dusty life

The fullest forms of the spirit

Cage

A bird of paradise 
in a wooden cage
Made from branches
We both collected

They have kept me safe
From this creature who
With selfish pleasure
Could devour my very soul

Broken open now:
hearts and minds
This cage was never
Woven from the Earth
The branches are the trees 

Above the blue, wings stretched
My soul glistening in every feather 
Joining the souls of all those brave enough to see it
Without laying claim to its beauty

~r