Poetry sings in the close distance
Walks long stride of rainfall creeks
And rivers into seas

Dances clouds
In intermittent rainbows
Spectrum spiraling down
Dewdrops in autumn
All yellow orange
Disturbed by leaves

Insurgent
It reminds of passion
Subtle
By degrees
Fashioning memory
Like insulin
Needling youth too high
Or too low
On the sweet

On the sweet

It lingers
Words
Tongue to lips
Fragrance
On air too hot and too still
Breathing longing
Breeze denying

Until of love it has its fill

© 2018 Steve Kelly aka kellyocs

The Sun is mellow

Vibrant  orange marigolds

Pleasant winter days

Seasonal fragrance
Can't be bottled; neither branded
Petrichor

What can I do?
When I am so smitten for thee-
That the icicles of my past, melt in just
a stare of thine starry eyes.

There is a chasm between Me
and Thouest, which lies a fire so warm,
And bright, it does at once light
the darkest of nights and desires.

What I would give-
to feel thine enamoured heat...
Caressing the knots and scars across my body.
Your kiss is comparable to the smokiest oud and fresh tobacco-
lighting our pyres.

Alas, it is impossible to rhyme in your presence!
I stutter at the fluttering of your individual hairs
standing up to greet
the deity you love most deep.

This vessel is the human alchemy for thee:
The everlasting sycamore cooling beside the sea.

My sea is far away
let's meet somewhere closer
under the same cloud.

My blue water is for the sun.
I sing beneath the waves.

My rose is for the show
I am imbued in the fragrance.
Love is in the air
the scent wafts into my heart.

My sky is open wide,
beyond the rainbow on the high,
beyond the peacock's eyes.
It embraces the earth,
reaching far and wide.

As the wind blows along the way,
flying beneath the endless blue,
a mesmerising sight from the bird's-eye,
a butterfly slips out and begins to sway!

My cutie cute granddaughter,
My sunshine, an innocent flower,
My soul in blossom,
My love, awesome,
Joyful, friendly and free,
As the wind, ocean and sheltering tree.
She is my today and tomorrow,
Whose fragrance erases my sorrow.
Never boring, impish,talkative,
Chirpy and inquisitive.
Most of the time glued to the T.V or her iPad,
Cannot do without ******* her thumb,
When scolded becomes glum,
It makes her mum mad,
With studies she is an honoured star,
My child is a blessing,a family avatar.