I asked, “what should I write?” she said, “write about how much you love me…”
“if I wrote”
if I wrote how I desire you
truly how I desire you
how I dream of your touch
how I taste your kisses
though our lips have never met
how I feel your body tremble
in the moment of deepest passion
if I penned how it feels
to see my reflection in your sated eyes
though only in a dream
if I wrote the feel of your hand in mine
of your small fingers clasped in mine
as we walk along a shore
or on some sunlit path
if I scribbled out some lines
about the glorious fullness
in the core of my soul
or how the words
“I Love You”
sound in my ears…
if I put pen to paper and wrote this
the pen would cry out
and the paper would weep
for the unwritable,
I offer this for Thursday Poets Rally.
I write love poetry mostly, because
my heart is full of it for my Love, and
that love for her is almost always my muse.
However, sometimes I must vent life’s
frustration, and so…
Today I make a departure inspired by
two poems by a “true” poet. I say “true”
because, in my opinion, she writes real,
heartfelt, visceral pieces that I find inspiring, pure, and
Go see for yourself at Random Thoughts and Musings.
“Muse and Darkness”
weary of platitudes and pleasantries
tired of obsequious praise
caught in a web of niceties
an insipid suffocating malaise
Muse and Darkness haunt me
possessing my poet’s pen
daring me to write pure and true
exposing the me that’s under my skin
baring the nerves so you know how I feel
showing my blood pulse through my veins
flaying muscle from bone to see why I move
to hide scars on my heart, the stains of the pains
Muse and Darkness compel me
to release my fear and lay down my pride
and pick up a sharper pen with truer ink
tear a door in my heart and invite you inside
Listen to this here:
(Image courtesy of artist)
Today I take a moment to thank the following poet/bloggers. Each of you has been coming often to my blog, taking time to read my meager offerings, and even make wonderfully kind comments (which I try to reply to, but I often miss one here and there). In doing these things you both lend me a piece of your lives, and give me incredible encouragement to keep practicing this art. I would have never thought I would write so much poetry until I got involved with all of you. In particular… Thanks to Jingle for maintaining this community where I met each of you fine folks and many more.
A very special thanks to Amanda, a dear, dear friend, who gently nudged me into this fine group of poets and writers in the first place.
The following list is a wonderful group of talented poets and bloggers that everyone should visit.
Thank you all!
It’s a beautiful day
we often say
Have a beautiful morning
needs a warning
Don’t include Jesus, Muhammad, or Hubbard
or you might find a bomb in your cupboard!
I am very proud to have been nominated by
THE PERFECT POET FOR WEEK 23
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June 15, 2010 “The Road Less Traveled…”
I write poems from time to time; I have since I was a teen. They have served me well as a way to communicate my thoughts, and as a form of therapy for my emotional side. Some are better than others, very few are noteworthy. I wanted to write about doing with my life what I choose to do…choices…MY CHOICES; step one of the journey.
I write poems…I’m not a Poet. Today I borrow the words again, that I have borrowed before, of Robert Frost…a real Poet.
THE ROAD NOT TAKEN
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I marked the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.