catherine

catherine Jun 2017

Romance is reading the love letters
you wrote her galvanized by soothing words
of admiration while a gleaming arc forms
in her lips out of sheer ecstasy

Romance is strolling in the park
where your fingers slowly touch hers
and the friction between your hands
yields a static jolt and electric charge

Romance is dancing in the ballroom
with hips swaying in synchrony with the
resonance of a heart-stopping reality
twisted in the locks of time

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While love,

Love is the compelling uprush
of pumping blood in your veins
as she walked down the staircase
in a hugging pink lace dress
with glamorous allure

Love is the frantic rattling of your
nerves because you saw her fragility when
your first real fight pierced right through her
and she cried crystallized fractals of blood

Love is the swirl and whirl of emotions
swerving from the direction of the sun
to the moon, leaving you unaware of its
possible death or resuscitation,
its fleeting or lingering state

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And if you ask me what we have,

It’s more than just romance,
It's love.

catherine Jun 2017

timeless brilliance

By all means, surrender
your chaste brilliance
unto the hands
of poetry
shed off till the very
last trace
strip it bare naked
as if it's losing
virginity
let your
undulated thoughts
flow through
every page,
make every rhyme
sync with tidal lines
bled out words
and verses divine
engrave them
in a book
furrowed in
the crevices
of time.

catherine Jun 2017

angelic visage

A fallen angel
plummeted from
the soaring skies
she didn't carry
wings that were
ivory white
nor did she wear
a halo that sparkled
in gold
but she enchants with
a seraphic smile -
the mirror to her soul.

catherine Jun 2017

A ravaging maelstrom scheme

the luminous elegance of the sun
still glitters over the continental horizon
amid turmoil and waging wars

the timeless beauty of the moon
still shines upon the darkest valleys
of battles fought and a fallen past

the captivating soul of the forests
still command over the vast kingdom,
from untamed beasts to creatures unknown

the majestic scenery of the mountains
still transcend above all treachery
rooted in avarice and hearts of stone

the colossal depths of the oceans
still reflect the blue translucent skies
and whisper how to navigate the waves

the stunning work of art we call earth
still spins on her axis amongst celestial bodies
bound and certain of the orbit she takes

the world does not cease to exist
in the brink of demise - failing love,
broken trust or crushing dreams

still, it enraptures mankind
with a speck of faith, a glimmer of hope
in the midst of a ravaging maelstrom scheme

do not give up because the world hasn't given up on you yet.
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catherine Jun 2017

cry for peace

In towering heights
and ionic pillars,
I long for the kind of strength
they possess thus far.

In glowing street lights
and magnificent chandeliers,
I long for the illuminating
brightness in the midst
of grave fear.

In ringing church bells
and chanting echoes for peace,
I long for solitude in chaos
and this world to be free.

Jun 2017

Willy Shakysphere

Memorize Every Line

If I could read you like a book
I’d read you from cover to cover.
What would I find as each leaf turned over
To find me more and more hooked?

Your expression the preface?
Your walk the reference?
Your thoughts - the appendix?
You should copyright all these.

Your table of contents
Your chapters and headings,
Short stories or pretense,
Or expression of longings.

Each page a blessing
Reader and writer forever conjoined.
Read/Writing without resting
No writer’s block or pages deformed.

One page flying into another
As the story of you unfolds.
Could I be a footnoted lover
With a love that remolds?
Or perhaps the main character,
One to gray and grow old?

Placing one hand on your spine
While the other opens the divine.
Oh if only I could read you like a book
I’d read you from cover to cover

Memorize every line.

The are many meanings in this piece. Least of which are the feelings between two lovers or those evoked by a poem or a book. The most important meaning is that connection to the Devine that resides in each of us.

#devine #holly #connection #spiritual #higher #conciousness

catherine Jun 2017

In the middle of nowhere

trudging the empty aisle -
across wet rusty tables
wooden benches
and a japanese maple tree,
i reminisced our first kiss
where it was just us along with
the non-existent crowd.
when the settled rain
splashed softly on my shoes,
i heard the sound of
approaching footsteps
when you’re just inches
away from home.
and all alone, i drenched
in the smell of dewy grass,
the same way you buried your
face in my perfumed dress.
wherever i looked, i see
the granular semblance,
the slightest fraction of you.
in the empty aisle
in the splash of rain
in the dewy grass
in the middle of nowhere -
in everywhere,
there was you.