Today I feel like
a dandelion seed
puffed onto the breeze
a little thing
...
I wish I could delete my own browser history
all those loop within loop
dead end searches for meaning,
those cheerful commitments
...
I will not shrink from that battlefield
where the heat of longing meets
the chill of dread,
where cold steel fingers,
...
I am weaving a new world
filaments of light
cool shades of peace
rich tones of love
...
Moving over your sunwarm body
barefoot
I feel the thrum and thud of
your heartbeat
...
Where rubber meets road
where pedal meets metal
where ball meets bat
that's where I'm at.
...
I am a poetry writer and reader from way back, from early childhood. I did a creative writing degree in my early twenties and learnt that only format can really be taught, not ability. I think most poets have a deep passion for the power of words, their ability to lift us up, compel our compassion, connect us to our humanity and each other, and inspire change. I am a social and spiritual activist and I love the Spirit in all things because it threads us together in a luminous tapestry. I have scribbled on and off for years, rarely sharing my writings. Let me know if I should still be keeping them to myself :))
This Night
Velvet night
dark brimming cup
a warm vessel,
steamy cauldron
cradling lover’s
kiln fired limbs,
catching sighs,
clothing frailty,
keeping secrets.
A child’s laughter
flung high,
tinkling bright
in the darkness
like gold coins,
tossed in sunlight,
turning, tumbling.
A lone
hound
broadcasts warning
a night sentinel
doing duty,
as feline foe
slinks in shadow.
Dream-catcher dark
snares the nightmares,
draws the shadows,
traps all tears
in midnight webbing,
in dark tissue,
in ebony folds,
bright dreams of hope,
kept safe till
day break.