Tag Archives: Love
Fruit Nut
Sweet plum
Summer’s crown jewel
Ripened
Smiling, still
Though ghosted
Chipped away at
Hollowed out
Cut in two
Bitten off, but not spit out
For I remain
Saucy
Thus, your favorite fruit
525600 Minutes Too Many
“Be done leaving,” I’ve begged Time
Stop the silence
525600 minutes, almost now
Only just this morning
Done biding for unspoken goodbyes
I threw the clock out the door
Glass heart that it has
It’ll not show it’s square-jawed face
’round my gold again
Curtains
Unravelings rambled undetected amongst the two us
Made their way to a place in our hearts that our brains didn’t know to protest
You, now gone, as a breeze
I, here, in the still
Grasping devotion I do set free
Blameless, we
For the loving words we uttered
For the promises we made
Unaware of translucent thorns wafting betwixt our souls
Complete Disappointment: A Haiku
Love and coward-worn
That I care for mere mortals
I can say no more
Photo: Wright Home and Studio;
Oak Park, Illinois; Sept., 2018
Lofty
I remember temperatures
Made me rise to you
Every opportunity
I leaned in to melt
Never swept the sun away
I bid it come closer
That I would rain down
Begged it then to burn me
Condense and then confine me
Maybe we were clouded
But I couldn’t care
I wanted to be near you
In your lofty air
Things With Strings
See that small farm right there
See those young and old kids
Mine and his
Toys and mischief, solemnity and instruments strewn about
All things with strings — what heaven these things
Animals, there’s no choice
Alpacas, needing to wake us at dawn but, agreeable, settle in for the night before our dinnertime
Ebony dogs and snowy white chickens
No cows, but a cowboy
Keeps his white hat far back in our closet on a shelf and never puts my heart on a shelf
Comes home from work on time and Saturdays are his and mine
We get greasy together under the cover of some good old American steel
In the polebarn back there, muscle-bound memories we rebuild
Sundays are God’s, he says — how he leads the way, putting all striving aside for the day
On his knees each night in prayer
No need to prove himself to me ever again since he put me on a pedestal there in his heart of gold
Our house on a hill, our kids and our farm
His eyes and his time and his life
His gifts to me, Amen and Amen
Unilateral
If you haven’t lost the love of your life
In the late Summertime
As a jewel-toned magic carpet pulled
From ‘neath your soaring heart
As your jump rope stolen
Whilst you sang from the deep
Then you cannot have been my best friend
In this, our late lifetime
A Cardinal, spying from the pow’r lines by my kitchen window, acts tempestuously
Right this
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