Author: poetryfest

O’ duchess of trees, nibblers of acorns
Trailing a fluffy plume, your flag waving,
You jump from limb to limb, small, majestic hands
Outstretched reaching for life, Hermes seethes
With jealousy at your nimbleness, watching you fly through air.

O’ queen of whiskers, squeakers of squeakers,
Sing the song of the woods, song of suburbia,
song of the public parks, I sing with pain deep in my heart
At witnessing your joy, leaping and jumping
Over your brothers and sisters, your short lives
Filled with joy, Dionysus ripples through your veins
Spilling ecstasy and rage in every twirl, every eye twitch.

O’ lady of boldness, so small and cute,
Teach me how to run with you,
grab my hands and show me how to play,
Fill my small heart with joy you carry
in your mouth like winters hoards of nuts and seeds,
Lend me a snippet of your impulsive charm

There is no word for it the sound
Is null
A glob of water ready to fall
From the edge of a maple leaf
Onto a white table cloth
Hurting the perfection of a tea set
Waiting for mourners
Who will hover together
Eyes down
After the screen door slams
Accidentally
From the kitchen where a child sits
On the floor with marbles
Shooting random rolling orbs
Into corners
Oblivious to the gathering
Of grownups in the garden

She leaves for the south
never to see home again.
The winds are at her back.
Red rock valleys roll and release
into the unfurled fields and flowers
The Great Plains stretch out to define
the sawtooth Appalachian Mountains.
Her message has a mighty meaning.
She signals health and happiness.
Hers is a journey says to all,
Fertile is the future.
She rests on the corn plant.
A chemical rain descends.
Blisters begin on the wings.
The burning knocks her down.
Her flight falls furiously.
Her antenna curl over her eyes.
Tumbling and crashing,
her migration, invisible.

He headed to the north.
leaving a sailor’s life.
His family’s fishing ship.
an empty catch.
Searching for a home,
a white ghost forest watches him walk.
Concerned from the grave
their roots, ocean salted.
On day thirty, his breath shortens.
He lies on the ground.
Sees the burnt butterfly, eye to eye.
He buries the dead monarch.
Dirt over the wings
Blesses her and thinks,
We are all foreign somewhere

I am a rock
She is a kite tied to me
Flying high over solid ground
Graceful and full of wonder
I am her anchor
Keeping her from drifting away
She gives my gravity meaning
I shield her to be free without fear
She helps me to see beyond the ground
To look up and behold wondrous oneness
Shining from the cosmos
My love; diametric half of my sphere

I loved the way you did that almost-smile —
One eyebrow cocked in pretend surprise, or scorn.
You didn’t just have come-to-bed eyes —
you had come-devour-me eyes.
Yet we could not.
Shackled by respect for responsibility,
the affair was just in my head —
Was it in yours too?
I saw the way your eyes traced
the contours of my body,
and lingered in places.

You took up space.
Inhabited it fully.
You were the steady beat of my heart —
a heart-shaped drum.
Your rhythm grounded me,
like djembe hands in ceremony,
like calabash and breath
in ancestral echoes.

I loved your fierce loyalty,
your kindness and your courage,
your honour and your humour —
And yes, your sin too.
I saw I tempted you.
You were strong in your faith,
your moral compass true north.
I was magnetic south,
pulling the tide toward longing,
but we held fast.

You cooked with joy,
you walked like an elder of your own tribe —
rooted and present.
You laughed like home.
You listened like a griot
guarding stories in the bones of your soul.

We danced in silence,
burned in restraint,
and never kissed —
but oh, how my spirit did.

Now when I hear the beat,
steady and soft —
like quiet drums in a village far away —
I know you are still here,
keeping time.

Towering over me, blue petals cascading.
Eyes open, hands outstretched,
reaching for their hands
Sunkissed in death’s garden,
as their roots burrow
Beneath the ground, all around me.

A soft touch to the skin,
Like the gentle kiss of rain
Gracing me with its presence
As their eyes stare into my soul.

Convulsions grip me
As the poison embraces me
Sweeping me off my feet
With a slight buckle in the knees
As it sets fire to my nerves
The heat welcome as my mind races
Heart pumping,
blood jumping,
pulse leaping
As your venom entrances me.

Yet I lay against your sky blue petals,
Over and over again
As my mind is
haunted by your spirit.

My dear delphinium,
If your toxins are my only opportunity
At feeling your love for me,
Allow your petals to become my cemetery

The porcelain cup
fallen to the floor
and shattered there
—my clumsiness.

Sudden noise and scattered
shards. She was never one
for such gestures.

Her hands always
at the quiet task; her voice
in the silence.

I find the broom
and dustpan, sweep
my painted concrete floor.

It’s quiet work for a while.

You look into my eyes, do you see me?
Or do you see what you want to see?
I share with you,
I open my mind and heart to you,
Yet you hear nothing.
It is as if you do not hear or see me.
You are lost in yourself.
Your body is there, but you are a shell of who you used to be.
When I see you,
I see emptiness and grieve for you,
for you do not hear
or want to hear what it is or what you hear.
You are empty with the idea that you are right
And all others are wrong.
The day will come when you want to see
and hear me.
But then I will already be gone.

The heart has locked for years,
with people passing through life like the wind.
A simple hello, you
change the tide and turn the key,
with listening,
What a valuable item
missing in lives,
Hearing,
Every word you didn’t remember,
Still, you listened.
It was the value you stopped to listen to.
Which turned my heart, dear friend.
I had never realized my heart had been so locked
until I heard you had left this life,
To begin a new journey in heaven,
Replacing you, dear friend, will be a journey,
For you were a true treasure.
I celebrate your new journey.

People say love is complicated, but that’s not true
It’s pretty simple when I’m with you
Even when our skies are grey
Your smile can turn them blue

Why do you rush to put your make-up on
Don’t cover up your flaws, that’s the beauty of who you are
It doesn’t matter since we both blush
When we feel each other’s touch

Even when I speak your name, I get nervous
I know there’s no such thing as perfect,
But if it were a prize, you’d deserve it
This Love might take forever, but the wait is worth it

I’m lost in your eyes, they’re a maze with no end
One look and you could make Lucfier fall in love with God again
It’s hard to think you’re real and not pretend
But it’s harder to believe we weren’t more than just friends

Cause you’re gone right now
And I’m stressin’ and can’t relax
Your love is a drug, and I need to relapse
I’m way too stuck on the past, she can see that
I hope someday you’ll be back

Hopefully, you’ll be right in front of me
I could really use your time and company

Love is blind but can see
Love’s a mess but also sweet
Love’s a truth that can get really ugly

Love is lost, but I hope it finds me