#interlude
~
*the night starts here,
the night starts here
in the dunes,
fixed in time;
incipient waves falling into place,
their subtle purpose
to roll over and sing;
the fountainhead above us,
like it's above the shore,
attaching softness to a shell.
we blew on a dandelion
and the whole world disappeared;
love is a mysterious shape,
love is a remembered rhythm.
I have trembled
my way deep,
I'm a guest in here,
drinking at the stream,
seeking bliss in
the plural homemade kiss:
peppermints and orchid rain.
we please the night,
we please the night in interlude,
and it merrily leaves us that strand
of pearls called "good morning."*
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Jan 23, 2025
Jan 23, 2025 at 8:23 AM UTC
_Heaven, earth, sea interlude_
From the spaces of stars
to its death,
from heaven back to
the oceans depth,
from the mountain peaks to
dewy glens,
_I love you from moon to saturn._
Dec 11, 2024
Dec 11, 2024 at 1:19 AM UTC
This love has morphed differently within me, heaven struck, caught up by the heights of my devotion, laced with enchantment. I speak your name with longing, as if my words were haunting interludes, in the cacophony of souls whispering a multitude of wishes to a body that once lived — an old figure of myself.
Jul 30, 2024
Jul 30, 2024 at 1:42 PM UTC
By my life’s imposing conclusion;-
My poetry will all be an additional storyline
It’s words remembered; my memory but forgotten
Surely the beginning of someone else’s inspiration
-Of course, in the middle of their new found saga
And by that, I shall be content.
Jul 11, 2024
Jul 11, 2024 at 9:49 AM UTC
The homesick frost
in your voice
A reminder to those
days of ice
Lavender sun
against crisp cloudless skies
Skating about the pond
until the numbing end of daylight
Then always inside
to find residing warmth
Catching your unclothed
silhouette
Glowing
beside the fire
Sitting indelicately
roasting marshmallows
Waiting so
pressingly
Glowing
waiting
For familiar kisses
to dwell upon you
Aug 23, 2020
Aug 23, 2020 at 2:22 PM UTC
i am
words
dripped in honey,
a golden sheen
across
my body,
coursing through
my veins
in luxury.
i am
an interlude;
the space
between your fingers
were not made
to contain me.
Mar 18, 2020
Mar 18, 2020 at 1:09 PM UTC
life is an interlude
when the world began
I was doing dreamily
sent out to a foreign land
with a vague recollection
of the pleasant paradise
I came from
how the creation seems so real, pacing around the garden
it’s always a revolution, I said, I can dig that
bronze trees before an azure darkening sky
down the cool breeze’s path, never held back your thoughts, heavenly shock
grabbing all the meaning, whatever I can come across
year already asked for an ending, gave it all my hopes, tell does it give a pleasant thrill
pictures were nice, the highway desert isn’t as scorching
absurder yes, fitting a preference for divine and outlandish
waited long enough
it’s a good time to leave
not that it was for nothing
travel before the sun gets here
make it bright and far as my
midnight music
games are fun when there’s a warning
about how much it can cost ya
numbers of stars, the more
that’s the hope
out there
somewhere too
I want an interlude that’s graceful, great as designed, a strange but heavenly dream
it’s my interlude
Apr 19, 2019
Apr 19, 2019 at 4:06 PM UTC
if my mind could speak for herself,
she would tell you of our late night rendezvous.
❁❁❁
Nov 15, 2018
Nov 15, 2018 at 9:44 AM UTC
Blessed I’ve been with God.
But I’m stuck in the winds.
How much for your soul?
Come pay for your sins.
Nowadays I can’t trust.
It seems so hard to win.
I don’t want to lose myself, amongst these mortal men.
Been in the streets fighting temptations.
Running from my problems and complications.
I’m so moody now that I’m off my medications.
But now I’m focused with more dedication.
Stuck within my flaws.
Smoking, have no wind.
Summers over, now it’s cold.
I've lost so many friends.
Nowadays I can’t trust.
And I cannot pretend.
If I ever lose my health, I’ll self destruct again.
Been in the streets fighting temptations.
Running from my problems and complications.
I’m so moody now that I’m off my medications.
But now I’m focused with anticipations and dedications.
Sep 12, 2018
Sep 12, 2018 at 12:48 AM UTC
I AM the river that roars
And razes lost souls
I am hard
Cold as arctic ice
Yet free running liquid
I will teach you
To live for yourself is free
Others need not impede
I AM the sound that rings and screams
And sears your ears
But your screams are silenced
By my vicious jeers
I will teach you
Live with fruitful abandon
Bury those who disgagree
I am the darkest most vile maw
My breath fresh
My teeth unseen
I will teach you
I will disappoint you
And then, I'll smile
I know your soul
Worst and best
I am vengeance
Stray, and you're next
Jun 15, 2018
Jun 15, 2018 at 1:55 AM UTC
I’ve been
woken
by a smile,
a touch,
a laugh;
an interlude
that lifts my mood.
And after a while
I’m aware
of the sea,
the sun
warm on me,
the waves
breaking hard
round my tiny isle
in the midst
of life.
My boat may rock
in the ocean sway
and the salt
can sting my skin;
but an island-
my secret rest-
waits in my dreams
just close enough
to see
when I close my eyes.
A little journey
I someday make
when bid back
by a smile
I desire.
Apr 19, 2018
Apr 19, 2018 at 6:48 AM UTC
there are days when I feel
as if I am a lonely interlude
squeezed between
the verses of your life
a mere intermission
lacking depth and tone
drawing out perfection
into a careless medley
i struggle to be heard
over the nymphs and sirens
who gloriously sing
the sweet melody of your name
but the harder I try
the deeper my voice cracks
twisting lyrics into
desperate cries for attention
Aug 16, 2017
Aug 16, 2017 at 4:49 AM UTC
falling shoelace gets knotted and strung
between the fingers of strangers,
likewise your soul.
it floats feverishly among
faded skies
and loses its anchor.
if the night isn't so unforgiving,
i might come out and say hello.
Jan 15, 2016
Jan 15, 2016 at 4:18 AM UTC
to irritate an instrument
to intrude into an interlude
to extract the extrapolation
from a well developed tune
to manipulate the melody
to solo with your soul
and finally to finish
with your really groovy goal
Lots of ways to sing it sad
Lots of ways to gig real good
Lots of ways to write it wrong
or dance to it, like you do
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 8:30 PM UTC
You have my breath taken.
You have my whole world shaken.
Your love gradually healed my pain.
I yearn to be a recipient of sweet kisses in the rain.
Let’s dwell in the mist of bliss.
I’ll wait for my winter hug and summer kiss.
These are my intimate thoughts.
Interludes of profound emotions.
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 2:42 AM UTC
The days grow shorter, the nights grow longer,
The headstones thicken along the way;
And life grows sadder but love grows stronger,
For those who walk with us day by day.
The tear comes quicker, the laugh comes slower,
The courage is lesser to do and dare;
And the tide of joy in the heart runs lower
And seldom covers the reefs of care.
But all true things in the world seem truer,
And the better things of the earth seem best,
And friends are dearer as friends are fewer,
And love is all as our sun dips west.
Then let us clasp hands as we walk together,
And let us speak softly, in love's sweet tone;
For no man knows on the morrow whether
We two pass on--or but one alone!
By Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 11:22 AM UTC