Lisa Nickle Poems

The woman draws SUNFLOWERS
in the vain belief
it will draw her closer to the Son.
That something in their nature
...

And when the night starts knocking at your door
I want you to remember
when we owned the night.
I mean put it in its place,
...

Little and yet all I know of war
amounts to casualties
littering my chest
desire and piety
...

I am a tangle of hair
drunk on sleep
limbs heavy
rooted to silken sheets
...

Not in vain do I
with racing heart
and fearful step
go forth
...

I make love...
No
I am incapable of such a creation
I can make chaos
...

Oh to see myself
as in the portal of your eyes.
To be the woman
your pupils encircle.
...

It is a perfectly painless process,
having your heart stolen.
So much so, you barely feel it.
Yet when you try to take it back...
...

This is like grilled cheese on Sundays
and dancing through Monday
because it is the only way to go.
Tuesday keeps its own time and wonders
...

God spare the heart of those to wander
though their feet know where they go
their souls are broken pieces
that only angels know
...