My son proposed at
Tavern on the Green
last night…
two hearts intricately
bound begin anew.
Dreams woven
now made real-
a blanket rare
to cover every sorrow
life requires.
I watch the thread
slip gently
through my hand,
loosed and free
from fingers that
once stroked
his flaxen hair.
I let it fly
above each earthly care
to wind its way
amid a sea of stars.
Archive for August, 2007
Proposed Joy
Posted in Family, Poetry on August 28, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
Feline Haikuku
Posted in Poetry on August 28, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
Ruthless, unafraid,
fierce as any lion born-
chasing butterflies.
Sip, for Love is Sweet/Manna
Posted in Poetry on August 24, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
Jeri’s beautiful blank verse sonnet reminded me of these…one written by me, the response by a friend Kevin McKinney….a wonderful poet…his MUCH better than mine. Hope you will enjoy them~
Sip, for Love is Sweet
Your eyes speak to me, beckoning me come
Across each line that lives apart have drawn.
A welcoming that sips then swallows whole
As breathlessly [...]
Night Voices (w/audio)
Posted in Poetry, tagged Audio on August 22, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
http://h1.ripway.com/AlluraD/NightVoices.mp3
~Night Voices~
Lying in this pool of discontent
As night voices resist
My need for space, for sleep,
For eternal respite from this damned assault.
Their whispery, ceaseless cacophony
Unnerves me, muffled deep.
I still hear.
Clocks that chime the hours,
Ticking ages spent, unclaimed.
Music in a distant hall.
Notes sound that shred the soul,
As beauty arm in arm with sorrow
Sways atop piano strains in [...]
Hanson’s Yield
Posted in Poetry on August 18, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
There were days when Farmer Hanson
would plow the narrow track,
just so, precise, consistently,
with the sun upon his back.
The same as each year previous,
with toil and perspiration
‘cept an aching dread within him
of utter desperation.
The times long gone when he would sing
in green and leafy fields,
when hands and back though blistered
were eased by rich, full yields.
Blessed was [...]
On Paper
Posted in Poetry on August 15, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
I spill the words
that turn the tide,
melding lush and lean
to bring you near-
seeing through my eyes,
lungs that fill with
syncopated breath
in time with raging hearts-
melting you beneath
the skin and voice
I paint upon the page…
for what?
The scraps that circle
outward from this place
refute each vow that
winds around the soul-
only I remain
when you are gone-
defying depth…
a tattered paper doll.
Under Sea and Sky
Posted in Poetry on August 15, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
Aten relentless
finds me though I steal away.
Seeking without rest.
Scathing breath and bone,
somnolent, invasive heat
marks me with his seal.
Plummet hope and I,
under tranquil pools of thought.
Keep me from his light.
Oh to plunge, careless,
quenching flesh in icy tarns.
Sebek, draw me near.
Held against the heart
of frigid retrospection,
lost to Ra’s embrace.
Breathless
Posted in Poetry on August 14, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
I hold my breath to see how long I can
till aching stretch of skin is also blue,
translucent, dream-drenched veils across the heart
while I submerge in endless seas of you.
My lips are sealed but still I taste your salt,
it lingers on the surface of my tongue.
Along each ancient crevice of the soul
I hear your voice in [...]
Need
Posted in Poetry on August 14, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
Ocean breezes-
lifting sweat drenched
hair from the the nape of necks
dusted with salt
Water-
icy shock on sun-seared skin
pressing toward release,
offering all.
Thundering waves-
drowning the cry of love and loss
as the ceaseless sea
rocks us in his arms.
The Pull of the Moon
Posted in Poetry on August 11, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
The circles turn, unceasing,
in my flesh, along each limb,
inside the feral heart-
open and unfettered as the tides
where desire ebbs and flows,
comes and recedes,
lulled or lushed-
this mortal ache, the
pulling of the moon.
By night, I wander, searching,
by the sea. The words
I’ve written sipped and
then consumed, cast and then
unbound I watch them fly.
I feel the earth surrender
to my [...]
