Joe would invite Sara to his apartment
To take off her clothes,
And drink Tea with him
As he composed his Poetry
Sara was used to men
Constantly desiring her,
And she wondered why Joe was content
Just to have her around as company?
"Don't you ever want to do anything with me?" she asked.
"All you ever do is ask me to take off my clothes,"
"As you pour me a Cup of Tea."
Joe's reply was curt.
"Tea is more romantic than sex."
Sara had to admit that he had a point.
A lot of her sex had been crummy.
"I think there's some truth to What your saying, Joe."
"Usually men serve me Jack Daniels before we have sex,
"And I don't enjoy Either too much."
"By the way,"
"What do call this Tea?" Sara asked.
"Oolong," Joe replied.
"Oolong," Sara liked the sound.
"We can all get Along drinking Oolong."
"I think just like sip this wonderful Tea,"
"Instead of being your Lover,"
"Act as your Muse."
Rhyming verse is a woman scorned
to whom lip service must be paid.
Set free from meter, unadorned
Her lyric fury waits, delayed
as she rambles on in a free verse swoon,
oblivious to whoever's listening,
babbling to the crescent moon
illuminated, horned and glistening,
bathing her deluded mind
in lunar metaphors of doom.
Do not provoke her—treat her kind
and let her pass to a padded room
or an attic space beneath the eves
where she can rant and find release;
until her frenzied soul believes
that words have meaning...
and rests in peace.
Spirit comes to me
I’m tempted by her casual flare
Her thoughts spill over my rainbow
And wash away my every care
The scorching sands beneath our feet
Drift slowly by the thoughts we’ve shared
The story’s not completely wrote
Each passage has its special note
We while away the passing hours
The flowers bloom then fade away
Our time was bent beyond compare
The time we spent was meant to share
There is no place I’d rather be
No other muse I want to see
Her message was so very clear
Inside her spell there was no fear
The sands of time, they blow away
The rainbow’s fleeting glow is gone
Each treasured moment passes by
The time was right, she had to fly
He soars high, floating in her wake
Inhaling every detail of her flowing grace
Her brushes of touch, causing him to shake
Delicate weaving hearts of leather and lace
Inspiration sails high, with her drifting in his mind
Ripples from deep emotions, she elegantly paints
Closing his eyes, entrusting her, flying blind
Together, one with the other, interlinking chains
Flickering fates of fireflies under stars aligned
Precious moments in time, worlds collide
A rendezvous in the Milky Way, by design
Consummating souls kiss passionately, ignite
What about a moment ―
that comes like a shooting star ?
or love that flitters away
though we reach out to hold
a flickering flame ― a candle in wisp of wind
all of a sudden lost
all at once a heart alone
…all life’s bits and pieces manifest a graspable trace,
random seconds clinched
like giving grains of sand
a raindrop’s passing splash
footprints in the sand ― whispering
― unsaid silent goodbyes
Is this only a fleeting present moment ,
measureless nebulous time etched ?
visible living snippets
traced and shaped,
enveloping without pretense
benign mind-made silk threads
cocooning shapeless timelines
an entwining tapestry
of dreams dreamt ― then evanesce :
Ripe huckleberry stained lips and blue skies kissed ―
a day at the beach
dancing with the wind ―
pretending to fly lightly
as barefoot feathers glide ―
violets nestled in deep moss
the fragrance after a cleansing rain
the only love I ever found ...
How long is a concsious moment ?
Untenable thoughts fall short
impalpable Days turn into Weeks
unholdable Weeks turn into Months
unsustainable Months into indefinable Years
intangible gathered moments
anthologies of lifetime memories
chronological life in momentary pieces ;
written murmurs ― sighs too deep for words
soul jewels embraced temporarily
life portions seized to so sweetly behold
if only for an instant longer
knowing a moment’s touch is brief
unstoppable breathing unfoldment
unseizable transient continuum
A moment's always passing ...
time cleaves old rivers' bottomless course
purling river bottoms erode deeper and wider everyday,
their rippling murmurs
ride the wind songs evanescent echoes
earth’s specks and raindrops converging
to drown silently unto vast oceans
unfathomable depths ―
A moment soon forgotten, whisperers left unspoken
gathered time ticks away ― elapsing twinkles
taken far beyond a flicker of paradise lost
as if a moment never passes bye and bye
as if only ebbing tides steal away what's passed
― What about a moment ―
how long did the moment last
a sprouted seed
a swaddled baby born
a roller-coaster ride
a blink of an eye
breath cease to exist
a lifetime come and gone
― a moment is the life you live ―
was here ... April 19, 2017
― The End ―
the prevalent literary subject
the inevitable centerpiece
the time worn muse
it is heartache, she sings
drenched in moonlight
resting alone, she is seen
she is sought after
her hands are delicate,
her body weak
heartache is growing older
sterile to the world
but we still search for her
she sings in us
for artists around
take pieces of her and
exhibit them in their own way
heartache has grown grey
ached to feel stories of you
on its pages
yearned to taste the adventures
you had with my heart with every
curve of a letter
and craved to vicariously
enjoy the pressures of pleasures
on it's blank slate
you trace bedtimes
stories up and
down my spine