sipping steaming tea
to soothe my raw swollen throat
thick with reserved tears
dollop of honey
added to my strong Earl Grey
sweetening regrets
replying to http://bwfiction.wordpress.com/2012/10/15/steeping-poem/
a few words spewing from my soul…
16 Oct 2012 8 Comments
sipping steaming tea
to soothe my raw swollen throat
thick with reserved tears
dollop of honey
added to my strong Earl Grey
sweetening regrets
replying to http://bwfiction.wordpress.com/2012/10/15/steeping-poem/
16 Oct 2012 4 Comments
in poetry
From thoughts about a post by billgncs http://bwthoughts.wordpress.com/2012/09/09/food-as-art-tea/
i sipped steaming tea
until only leaves remained –
my future, fortune
forecast by remnants,
cradled in a fragile
translucent cup.
15 Oct 2012 Leave a comment
The sun shines brightly on
the long tendrils of your hair
tossed heedlessly into the wind,
mirroring the milkweed seeds-
free to roam,
no longer tethered into place.
The oak leaves
vibrant green, yellow,
now faded sepia, curled tightly
into themselves.
Neglected.
They splinter underfoot
as we walk mindfully
just-far-enough apart-
arching trees pruned back
over country roads,
so a strip of blue sky
always shows through
the yearning branches.
The clear, pure light traces
the gentle slope of your cheek
as it turns aside,
ducking my ponderment,
hiding eyes
from my view.
The road’s gentle curve,
visible far in the distance,
slips below the horizon
moving on
soon out of sight.
13 Oct 2012 4 Comments
gauzy fog patches
blending like watercolors
all trees into one
A bat wheels and swoops
Fixated on a small moth
In the growing dusk
the smell of burnt leaves
permeates the neighborhood
lingers in your soft hair
blisters on my thumb
evidence of raking leaves
with you in the sun
your lips cold on mine
the taste of apple cider
sweetening your kiss
10 Oct 2012 7 Comments
no heat in the house
nose reddened, fingers tingle
cat warm on my lap
the pink begonias
started from grandma’s cutting
thrive in spite of frost
six green tomatoes
left to freeze upon the vine
silvered in moonlight
frost on the windshield
a surprise in the morning
I am late to work
08 Oct 2012 3 Comments
the moon lays heavy
in the oak’s almost bare limbs
cradled before fall
my words lay heavy
in the silence between us
air too thick to speak
ripples of remorse
traveling across your face
a stone in the pond
05 Oct 2012 Leave a comment
in poetry
the sky blushes pink
muted light through the window
shadows on your face
a flush slowly spreads
across the cream of your face
mirrored by the dawn
boneless limbs askew
as dawn-tipped breasts rise and fall
your face soft with sleep
03 Oct 2012 3 Comments
the small of her back
smoothly cleft by river bed
and rocks of her spine
my hand warms hip’s curve
gently smoothing the soft skin
tracing bones beneath
your body a bow
arching smoothly towards me
taut with urgency
as a river molds
to muddy banks of the shore
you flow against me
heated by your breath
my skin puckers from the cold
when you turn away
Inspired by words of a dear friend.
01 Oct 2012 3 Comments
charcoal smudged mountains
whitewashed by thick morning fog
cool mist on my face
crayon colored trees
drip bright leaves along the path
burying acorns
the chill on my neck
sepia-toned memories
the branches now bare
I bury my face
in your neck’s fragrant hollow
holding time captive
the sharp scent of burning leaves
forcing our lives to move on