Poet’s Love Song #romantictuesday

I have been thinking about the many way poets express love through words, how often we give our words to others like gifts and how rarely people speak words of love to us in our native tongue.  This is love poem to all the beautiful, brilliant poets who I am privileged to know.  I see…

Skin

It is rumored that There are 50 words In the Eskimo language For snow I ponder Why are there not 50 words in the English language That I could draw upon To describe That moment When your bare skin Touches my bare skin Many call me a writer, a poet And yet words utterly fail…

Daily Battles

Another piece revisited that was written when my most recent depression was at its worst. Edges of my soul Feel raw Ragged Torn roughly Thoughtlessly Like junk mail on recycling day   There are moments Longing Wanting Undefined hunger Are piercing arrows Penetrating my heart Expanding on contact Removal threatening hemorrhage   Loneliness Isolation Disconnection…

An Aspergian Suicide Turned Romance

Originally posted on Creative Writing Of A Baltimorean:
Cold winds blow over waters so deep I try to reach for her soul but she’s too deep Betrayed and dismayed at the life she was given She tried to make her own and found herself in prison Trapped by boyfriend after boyfriend who said they’d go…

December Ghost

I have been walking Through the holiday season As if from the inside Of an ice tunnel I see cheerful lights I hear joyous voices I smell pine But everything is muffled, remote I experience these sensations From a distance   As I trod Locust Walk On my way to my Sterile subterranean office I know that…

She Still Burns

This felt like a very apropos reblog with my 51st birthday coming up this week. At her age she Did appreciate The calm stability Of middle age Of mature love The security The lack of drama The quiet good life Built on respect, history Friendship, good meals Intellect, companionship BUT PART OF HER STILL BURNED  …

Your Old Tee Shirt

I remember us As romantic comedy Your laugh infectious   Your snaggle toothed grin Hazel eyes crinkled with mirth Making my heart sing   Lying face to face Whispering me your secrets Late into the night   I think about you And that tee shirt you slept in Miss you like crazy      

My Dear Companion

For my wonderful WordPress friends, especially Max Meunier whom I wrote this poem for a few months ago. We have only recently met But there is a sense of inexplicable Connection An easiness of souls Like greeting an old, dear friend Whom I share a deep History with   As if we had shared A…

Self-Inflicted

I am revisiting some older poetry pieces.  This one is quite intense and was written when my most recent depression was at its worst.  Please do not be alarmed. Sometimes the wounds I inflict on myself Are administered With surgical precision Using the sharp knife Of bitter self-recrimination   On the long dark nights Of the soul I am capable…

Scent of Jasmine

Your curves call me From across the room Begging my palms To travel languidly Across your terrain   Your scent is jasmine Filling my nose, my brain Reminding me that you are An exotic garden Waiting to be explored   Your hair cascades Down your back I want to bury my nose And hands into…