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Stephan Sep 2016


My mind it thinks of so many things,
of happy times its known
Directly into my heart it sings
in thoughts that I am shown

When I’m alone and I close my eyes,
it wanders here and there
Through sunny days of the bluest skies,
the sunsets we did share

It shows me daily your gorgeous smile
that takes my breath away
Your eyes reflecting a moonlit style
in glistening display

Your tender arms as they hold me tight,
to never let me go
And kissing you on a summer night,
I shouldn't tell you so

It takes me places that we have been,
the laughter and the fun
Where passion bloomed of our touching skin,  
the two of us as one

Those quiet moments of whispered dreams,
our longing wants for more
Forever flowing on endless streams
with one who I adore

It hears your voice as it tells my heart
our love will never die
It also knows that we are apart
and those thoughts make me cry

My mind it thinks of so many things
as I have penned above
But each day all that it wants to think
is how much you I love
Stephan Sep 2016
.

From up there

a flame comes,
burning through darkened skies

singeing thunderclouds
igniting mine

and their warmth
comforts me

down here
Stephan Sep 2016
.

I was in a meeting, the boardroom was full
testosterone flowed everywhere
Dressed in a polo, but high dollar suits
were what the execs chose to wear

I sat at the end, with a chair next to me,
where no one decided to sit
Feeling quite weird, I was new to this place
and wondered if I’d be a fit

Them in their ties and me underdressed,
my khakis were old, kind of thin
Button down shirts and cuff links of gold
I guess there’s no chance I’ll fit in

A half hour gone, bored out of my mind,
when I couldn’t believe what I saw
A beautiful woman, a pant suit of silk,
came in from out there in the hall

Her hair chocolate brown with eyes just the same,
she rushed as she looked for a seat
Then sat in the chair, I was happy to share,
now this was a wonderful treat

She said, “**** I’m late, I forgot to stop
and look at my schedule last night”
I said, “That’s okay, they’ve not much to say
I’m sure that it will be alright”

We sat there a while, I stared at her smile,
just hoping she wouldn’t catch me
When then she stood up, it was her time to talk
my god, she was smart, I could see

A room full of men, one amazing woman
and she put them all in their place
Yes, she knew her stuff and I was impressed
but the board, oh the look on their face

They grumbled and groaned and snorted a bit,
but knew today something they learned
I laughed deep inside, when one then stood up
and said to us “meeting adjourned”

I said, “You were great, even though you were late,
and you look so good in that suit”
She said, “Thanks so much, I’m glad you approve
and by the way I think you’re cute”

I got up the nerve and asked her if she’d
like to join me for coffee or tea
She said, “That sounds nice, but I’d much prefer
a drink, sounds much better to me”

I said , “It’s a date and please don’t be late”
She giggled and flashed me a grin
It’s then that I knew, no worries at all,
this place I would surely fit in
Stephan Sep 2016
~
If less really is more
then I want less, because
I definitely want more
~
Stephan Sep 2016
.

As I count crows
sitting on the clothesline
I see a shape in the distance
that I do not recognize
I move a little closer
but the ash trees bring a sad shade
and the lawn flashes its blades,
cutting directly to the heart
in syncopated beatings
like chopping wood in August
when the last saw
is locked away in the shed

I wipe the sweat from my brow
with a scarf scented of past evenings
chasing fireflies and drinking iced tea,
foggy memories in place of
bi-focals smeared and blurred,
unable to focus on the sticker burrs
pulled from my socks,
hanging on for dear life,
let alone the figure approaching
just past the produce stand with
apples and aspargus in season

Still I look,
peering beyond a fractured arbor
of beer bottle skeletons
situated at the far corner
of nowhere’s homestead, off-white pickets
and a rusted gate now
overgrown and over sown
in rows of corn field miseries,
shucked and burned in a steel barrel
down by the mud creek minstrels
playing broken strings
and bent tubas

When I realize it is you
coming home to me,
walking through the sunflowers,
an effervescent blue sky background glows,
roses bloom in pinks and yellows,
robins tend to their young
beneath a rainbow of blessings
in assorted hues and feathers
as what was once what I dreamed
now slowly becomes what I see,
returning to its former beauty
and the sun shines again
Stephan Sep 2016
.

I thought I could write it out of me,
but came to the conclusion today
that I won't live that long
Stephan Sep 2016
.

The pain,
nothing there, emptiness, voided
feelings hollowed out shadowed
disruptions sitting in the darkness,
alone again and it hurts, god it hurts

That song,
melodic interruptions raining memories
from thunder head showers, down
poured sadness of minor keyed
choices played in you and me sorrow

This thought,
talking to me in whispered losses,
breathing my final words of non
seen poetic failures penned in desperate
ink, smeared by free verse tears

The end,
destitute caverns, deep, eternal,
carved in jagged emotions,
rough hewn outcroppings shattering  
because we aren’t, anymore
Everything ends I guess, at least for me it does.
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