I consumed to ease my burdened heart
I traveled to take my pain away
I swam until I could no longer see the shore
I married, gave birth, I cried
I mothered, played games, I laughed
I hugged, made love, I lived
And to sooth my troubled soul
I wrote my dreams
To life
Past days are dust
Grey smokey remnants of a
Time that was and
Is no more and fire
Fades from my view
As I focus on a sharp
Crisp blade of grass
That is green.
As the sun’s rays
Die from the ebbing day,
A celestial glow falls
On the waters below.
The clouds blush and bid
Day farewell, shyly
Welcoming night, as the sun
Drops and the light fails.
Trust not
In a hopeless end
Believe
In endless hope
Your face flickers across my mind
Your touch lingers across my flesh
Your kiss savors my nakedness
Our moments merge into one
So clear and yet so
Blurred
I’ve had the wonderful privilege of collaborating with Herbert Uba from Beautiful Lies to write a poem. I’m pleased to present our work!
Tango.
If romance were our song
And you can take the lead
Then my heart will soar –
Passion’s tiny seed.
We can sing and dance to it
Carelessly beautiful, it wows the stars;
Step on each other’s toes, alright;
Our love will heal the scars.
The sun bids the day farewell
As the moon wakens sleeping night
We are ready, the scene is set!
Our stage reflects the sparkling light.
What evil we unleash on a young night,
With roses and scented candles?
Chocolate that gives kiss so much taste,
It shudders our love handles?
So with fervor we tango
Together the whole night through
With hope that is beckoning
A love for me and you.
I let all those things go
That angrily torment
My pierced naked
Flesh
All those expectations
That rob my fleeting
Peace
All the jealousies
That turn my blood
Green
All the fantasies
That will never be
Fulfilled
All the nightmares that
Haunt my waking
Days
I let them go
And watch them
Sink
Into the depths
Of a brooding mystical
Sea
Your smokey eyes are a balm
Your accent weakens my resolve
My heart is beating
My pulse is racing
I am alive
I’ve got nothing to say to you really
I wish I had something to say
But I got nothin’
Just a plain old blank
Poems and Petals 