after the rain
I see raindrops glisten
on your tender breast
May 16, 2018
May 16, 2018 at 11:46 AM UTC
Tell me if you will, dear one,
of what was meant to be-
I did not know the tears you shed
were shining there for me.
When we were young, I held your hand
and whispered in your ear-
but when I looked into your eyes,
your words I failed to hear.
I should have known your heart was true,
and given fair to me-
but now I know no good will come,
no good, for you and me.
May 14, 2018
May 14, 2018 at 12:29 PM UTC
I once loved a girl without fortune or fame-
The gold with no glitter-
The pearl of no price.
Her heart was the gem I could not obtain-
The gold without glitter-
The pearl without price.
My heart full of passion, no love in her voice-
The gold lacking glitter-
The pearl had no price.
Today she lies deep in a grave of her choice-
The gold lost its glitter-
The pearl lost its price.
May 12, 2018
May 12, 2018 at 10:45 PM UTC
He huddled in the woods,
In the trees, in the grass,
Clutching Spring to his *****
Damaged, cracking, his envy
Frozen in time, he knows
She cannot remain much longer.
The tighter he holds
The more she yearns
For her freedom.
Melting his lust to nothing
With a final lurch
She slips his frigid embrace.
She yawns. She stretches.
She breathes. And we,
The all-too human children
Craving her renewal
Believe in warmth again
And what it means to us.
Apr 20, 2018
Apr 20, 2018 at 1:16 PM UTC
My lover's not so commonplace-
Strong of mind, and fair of face-
She paints her nails, she paints her toes-
Who knows where my lover goes?
The birds fly here and everywhere.
They even nest within her hair.
They sing a song of fated love.
They scatter in the skies above.
When she walks by, leaves in the trees
Whisper her name. Or is it the breeze?
She loves me not. Who is to blame?
She does not even know my name.
Apr 8, 2018
Apr 8, 2018 at 9:26 PM UTC
the winter tree
how it yearns to be
the summer tree
Jan 19, 2018
Jan 19, 2018 at 12:03 PM UTC
They say that only man
can know of death-
but you, old dog, you knew
the pain within your eyes
would mingle with the sadness
in our own. How tactful
was the vet, as her tender needle
probed your shaved flesh.
A final shudder of your lungs,
then all was still. No more
lusting after scruffy *******
no more fetch the ball,
no more flying disc, ragged from
your teeth, no more the eager whine
when we arrive. Perhaps someday
we will be as strong and true
to life as you have been
to the death that took
your pain away
and left us longing
for your furry love.
Dec 28, 2017
Dec 28, 2017 at 1:55 PM UTC
The man-god stands apart,
burnishing his youth.
The sword he clutches drips
with gore more green than red.
The sisters hover round
her broken frame and murmur,
Pity, pity. Their tresses hiss
and snarl, coiling, writhing,
coiling, writhing. Her serpents
lap her clotting blood. Her sisters
stretch their leather wings
and fly to purge the bitter gall
of their revenge, singing,
Sorry sister, Better you than us.
Nov 29, 2017
Nov 29, 2017 at 11:27 AM UTC
frosted autumn moon
shining in the bottom
of my saki cup
Nov 13, 2017
Nov 13, 2017 at 6:11 PM UTC