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 Jun 2014 Elizabeth
Joseph Valle
There are places you exist
in a flowing green dress
that kneads against your body
with every passing breeze
and sand nips at your heels
as you curt by tonned blocks
of cement that smother grass
just off the sidewalk.
They nuzzle киоск stand,
and long to lift self up
to a sea-blue, backdrop dream
that dissolves for years (and years)
and erodes to sewers beneath
with every Charlotte rain
and crumble once again;
a gray-eyed contrast true
of beauty vining through
a city that snuffs roots.

You, and there you go.
 Jun 2014 Elizabeth
Jack
I stood at the crossroads, staring at
directions collected to confuse me
Seeking a shadow that was not my own
Finding street signs pointing past my dreams,
where my new life might lead
and with closed eyes I moved forward

Heard the *** holes laughing
Paused for a passing thought
Felt the sun on my shoulders
Sang a song in my mind without words

Then walked towards the future (let the potholes laugh)
My head held high…one step at a time

Alone…I think not,
as faces appear on the horizon, and they are smiling,
waving me on…challenging me to the tape
Reminding me that the finish line…
is just the beginning
Dedicated to my good friend Paula Lee.
 Jun 2014 Elizabeth
Jack
~

Of light at play…day’s end, to cease
Now mirrored of a rippled sea
Casting long in shadowed dreams
A drifting silhouette…at peace

Sail on, sail on,
currents feed this destined course

Arcs, spun gold…on dance card wings
Lemon dust, the sifted sound
Framed of flowing tangerine
Silence sings…as truth is found

Sail on, sail on,
captured breezes…quiet source

Abstract waves…in curtained sweep
Drape this ocean’s fantasy
Melodic so the depth to breathe
Champagne tints the tapestry

Sail on, sail on,
horizon’s beckoned rendezvous

Citrine jeweled on zephyr’s flight
Calmly cools in twilight feel
Motions quell the rhythm’d night
Beliefs this sun shall soon conceal

Sail on, sail on,
as daylight disappears from view
 May 2014 Elizabeth
Jack
The Cello
 May 2014 Elizabeth
Jack
Here above the spider’s bed
Balanced on a tiny thread
Soft the sound his cello plays
In harmony with summer days
~
Melodically he moves his bow
In mystic motioned rhythm’d flow
O’ the cast of crescent moon
Illuminates his wondrous tune
~
A thousand dragonflies appear
His cello sound they long to hear
Now as he plays this mellow song
A cricket choir sings along
~
The audience in grand delight
Embrace the magic on this night
For as all earth has come to know
No sweeter sound than his cello
 May 2014 Elizabeth
Jack
~

Soft sand, quill feather dreams float silently as
aquamarine emotions take me there
on tides of sapphire sea spray waves,
beneath sighing tiffany blue skies

“I sleep, so I may dream of you,
on wind swept wings, forever true”

Caressing my body as I slumber,
this sea, my warmth, my comforting wrap
keeps me safe in the glistening bounty of all that is beautiful,
while my mind ebbs to its melodic sound

“Solitude lulls me, on whispering waves,
singing the rhythm of warm summer days”  

My eyes now closed, still witness visions of aquatic peace,
harmony on polished glass, mirrored by a morning light
along crescent shores and weathered dune desires,
resting somewhere between the pages of this I keep

“Your poetry my world, if ever we’re apart,
touches me with splendor, so soft upon my heart”

Soon I shall rise with the sun, framed by green mountains
and terra cotta sands, to walk among the ermine white foam,
tracing my steps and following my every thought
of you

“This love, as any ocean deep,
*within my heart, for you I keep”
 May 2014 Elizabeth
Jack
~

I have stood on aging avenues
watching walls crumble
while destiny’s debris
collects
at my feet

pieces of the past?

I have heard the laughter of babies
and the wail of the homeless,
opposites in a
straight line of
what is
and what might be

voices of the future?

I have stared into the portals of
left over meanings,
methodically
laid out to rest
on long tables
of bad intents

visions cast of shadows?

I have knelt before a dream,
clutching my chest
with indecision,
the pain
a reminder of my
fragile heart-
opened

memories of lost love?

I have cried
without a witness,
empty streams of
dense forgiveness,
requested of no one
and answered by the same

and nothing remains?
 May 2014 Elizabeth
Jack
~

And I ~ cling to a fortress
of endless temptation
with rings made of gold
and a tree built of life

Faltering corners
in new found dimensions
a little left over
but so very nice

Clinging to them

And I ~ search in a fountain
with quarters for feelings
so far neath the waters
my song sings alone

On sea shells and posters
of rock concert heroes
with hair like a Sheppard
to call the sheep home

Calling to all

And I ~ call to the mountains
in echoes of sailors
with waves in the morning
and snowcaps at night

Floating horizons
alone on the wishes
that winds will prevail
and make everything right

Sailing again

And I ~ lean on a valley
of tree lines and saucers
with cups filled with coffee
to taste when it’s due

With smiles forever
and words down on paper
with love as my meaning
I write them ~ for you

*Please hear my call
 May 2014 Elizabeth
kaitlyn-marie
there are many things
that I wish I could change about myself,
but you are not one of them.
 May 2014 Elizabeth
Jack
My thoughts
 May 2014 Elizabeth
Jack
~

My thoughts are what I’m thinking
My thoughts are all my own
I think the thoughts I think I’ll think
And think them all alone

The thoughts I think are constant
I think them day and night
Because they are not what you think
That does not make you right

My thoughts sometimes are happy
At times I think they’re sad
Thinking ‘bout them long enough
I think will make me mad

I think in many colors
I think in grand design
I think you think I’m crazy
You think I lost my mind

My thoughts are thought provoking
I thought you’d find that fun
Sometimes I think I’m thinking
I think sometimes I’m done

So think about this poem
And lessons it hath taught
I wrote it so you’d think a bit
At least that’s what I thought
The weirdest things happen when I start thinking...I think.
 May 2014 Elizabeth
Jack
To share
 May 2014 Elizabeth
Jack
~

I’ve taken from this endless dream
a sight for sore and weary eyes
When clouds of morning frown of dark
and winds howl in serenades for dancing leaves

Still...life exists in rotted stumps and fallen branches
on fence lines overgrown with time
As weather changes in the east,
where through thick drapes eyes peer

White on white and foot step designs scatter,
erratic as the snow flake waltzes…
Another day, filled with desires beyond the pane
where fingers have etched a heart… breath exposes

And moisture runs downward, streaking glass
into cupped hands that long the taste
of life far removed from this frozen nightmare
and I offer my endless dream to you…to share
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