Delirious,
It’s how I feel,
When I know you’re looking,
Salaciously,
I ponder which part of my soul,
To undress,
While you watch.
Tag: words
The Collage
Scraps of paper,
Litter the floor,
Cut out ideas,
Waiting to be assembled,
Mind searches for cohesion,
Of images selected,
Arrange,
Rearrange,
Add, subtract, repeat,
A collage formulates;
the image of mind
On canvas,
But a snapshot of the endless thoughts,
Swirling inside a globe.
Imagined Words
When I was young
I used the write stories and poetry
In my head.
Too quick for pen and paper
The stories unfolded before my mind’s eye,
Like drops of rain I could try
To catch them,
But surely I would miss too many to try,
I would lie in bed
With words my dreams,
With words the sheep I would count,
But surely with such tales on play
There was no way rest I would take
I would imagine the words
Being spoken from my mouth,
The thought of the sound of my own voice,
Catching and releasing the words from my lips,
And yet not a noise would be made.
When I was young
I was a dreamer,
An artist,
A dream artist,
Painting mental pictures
Of the imagined works
of this poetess.
Spiritual Writing
This is my practice,
My prayer,
To the spirit of existence,
To the spirit of light ,
To the spirit of what moves me
To craft symbols into words
That move the eye
and maybe the heart.
In Light of Day (a reverse poem)
And I dream of you
Even in the light of day,
Always
Like stars,
you were always here
But you showed me
And then you had to go,
The one long missed
And it was okay,
we kissed,
And we laughed and cried,
And I told you the same
things kept locked away,
The unspoken words,
all the things you couldn’t say;
you said
You were here
You were here,
you said all the things you couldn’t say,
The unspoken words,
Things kept locked away,
And I told you the same,
And we laughed and cried,
we kissed,
And it was okay,
The one long missed,
And then you had to go,
But you showed me,
you were always here
Like stars,
Always,
Even in the light of day,
And I dream of you
Unnecessary
The warmth grows between rain showers,
But the foggy nights are easing,
And I see the stars against a blue-grey sky
Not as vibrant as against the pitch black of deeper night,
But this is the way it was back then
And the air is electric with thought
Like back then,
And words paint pictures
Like back then
And those words I can’t speak,
I try to capture with other creativity,
But I hold back still,
As much as I can,
But in another life
Another world
Words will flow free,
And yet for us
still remain
unnecessary
She of Letters 