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In the whole-wide, spinning world
In my little world
Tag Archives: Poetry
Sandra
Conquer me in my sleep. Invade my dreams. My right thigh has flexed
in preparation for battle.
I know you can do this, I know that you’re more than soft, broad feathers on your outside.
I am afraid. Kiss the fear from me -you have my permission. Then slay me with what I must learn.
Chalk
I’ve a way
With the word of your name
Tends towards teasing
With serious style
Leaves my lips
Rides on wind
Lands like dust on your skin
Sounds like a Canadian smile
Why I Do
The notion of if I’m alive
I test and poke every day
Here is the truth that I say
The pleasure I give
Through kisses I steal
The footprints I leave
While helping hearts heal
The breath of a loved one
Warm-cold on my back
The hug with a dear friend
That cuts bright through the black
The fondness on faces
As they think of me
The writings I scribble
Of all I need see
The softness I send
For years without end
Is how I prove I’m alive, dear friend
Said A Woman: A Haiku
Final Breeze
I have love
For the sunrise
Of a place I’ve never seen
A place that doesn’t know my eyes exist
But believes they must
It must be enough that I wake daily
With the vision of my beloved
And not the warmth
When I feel the final breeze
I want none other light in my eyes
Tonight
Be healed
Outside
Under the stars
Or the stars above the clouds
With warmth
And friends
Around your neck or underfoot
Be healed
On a Hike: A Haiku
i cut my hair
I lay quiet
And dragged your presence into the room
When it washed over me
It washed over me
We transcended me
I seemed high then
Then I remembered canvas and color
I remembered black
And black and white and grey
Suddenly all there was
Was the smell of burned maple syrup
It seems I fell then


