"cadency" poems
Enchanted by spring’s
rustling whispers
... whistles swirl
in the pungent springtime breeze;
steeped with a bedazzling
cadence
heart dancing
to a hummingbird’s
whirs
waves of breath,
of little wings waft,
whooshing throughout
twining honeysuckle lattice
a
tiny manger
beset of hidden gold
precious speckled eggs,
silver lining of smallest hopes
fruits of fruition
continuum beheld prize,
concealed in interwoven rootlets;
potently perfumed flowers
while away
the waning dark hours;
swollen full flower moon
waxing yellow,..
heavenly fragrance
sweetly-scented suckled nectar
the one with eyes of a child,
wonder ― hidden inside,
marvel in the light of grateful eyes
imbibing an unholdable moment's
spellbinding elixir
... poetry alive
air so poignantly perfumed
with blossom
moonstruck
by spring’s frolicking cadency
a reverent moment's
edifying intoxication
a sobering beauty that just is...
someone ... May 2017
May 10, 2017
May 10, 2017 at 12:19 PM UTC
I will always remember the moment we met.
(Haunting woodlands in springtime, your slim silhouette)
The glint in your eyes sparked a tempest at dawn
overwhelming the dreams of a slumbering fawn.
I will always remember your singular smile
(Fusing fantasies, fancies and phantoms the while)
when I brought you a daisy, then fled from the room,
weaving dizzy designs on a mystical loom.
I will always remember first touching your hand.
(Like the wing of a sparrow, frail fingers were fanned)
With my heartbeat aflutter, I jittered with joy -
on the surface, a man, though inside still a boy.
I will always remember the sound of your laugh
(Merry mermaid amused in a summer sea bath)
as we strayed 'long the strand, for a moment, alone,
with your tresses a’ tousle and tumbled and blown.
I will always remember your breath on my skin
(Seeking castles in chaos, a spirit in spin)
as you drew me aside and our tongues first entwined -
tangled twists of amour had begun to unwind.
I will always remember the fires of love.
(Shades of autumn ablaze in the tree leaves above)
Crazy passions ignited whenever we lay
painting stars in the night with the dazzle of day.
I will always remember the nightingale's tune.
(Divinations awash neath a ruddy blood moon)
When we kissed to its cadency, laughed as we danced,
lurking lanterns in limbo forged shadows enhanced.
I will always remember the shattering knell -
(Wanton words tolled in winter... ‘Adieu, dear... farewell’)
just a note near a nook where so often we slept
which I read and reread and reread while I wept.
Apr 15, 2013
Apr 15, 2013 at 5:43 AM UTC
something unexpected yet so ordinary happened
last night
it made me wonder how exactly and
why exactly
the ordinary parts of my life are often so
extraordinary
that extraordinary, to me, has to be more than
exceptionally marvellous and nowhere near far from
outstandingly incredible
some people call it high standards,
like the top step of the ladder
I thought
last night was incredible
because you kiss exactly like how I kiss and the shock fluttered
like bits of confetti and glitter on my tongue and lips and
all over my goosebumpy skin
the cadency of my heart was somehow simultaneously
rampant and rested
my body fully invested
in yours
my body completely suggesting
it’s yours
to touch, to make feel good, to adore
the divine woman, curved and open
eyes and skin glowing
arousal growing
bodies non-existent, spirit flowing
exceptionally marvellous
I jitter in silence, knowing myself
and patterns alike
I try to throw away this burdening muddy stick of
I-always-end-up-getting-sick
of things eventually
but obviously
it’s easier to neglect the fact
that this stick is a boomerang
and it always comes right back
Feb 3, 2014
Feb 3, 2014 at 7:14 PM UTC
there's nothing more unusual than syllables and tones
the movements of the tongue that you can feel with all your bones
if we could be their master what a world we would create
a frequency identical to humans and their ways
where someone else's stories can be ones to call your own
the art of you believing you would never be alone
but even as you speak there is a purple on your words
the portrait of a shadow that should not have been disturbed
for while you're sleeping steady there's a face that's on the loose
with cadency unrivaled and a notion for the noose
the case is in the details, in the smallest of the small
and what is most important - we may never see it all
a feeling is a feeling but a purpose is the sea
so put it all together - it was real for you and me
Aug 24, 2015
Aug 24, 2015 at 10:30 PM UTC
Down flat on the grass
Sharp blades pressing our weight, but we are so here
Eyes reaching up to the endlessness
Tension flaring from self and meets inbetween
Bouts of heat patching down the skin
Surges travel from head to heart, from heart to shoulder to elbow to palm to finguretips
The soft release of rising up and guiding down to the inbetween
-contact-
The longing is over in a whispered touch
On real skin, fingures gliding up to wrist, down to elbow
Lingering, then back past wrist
Curious familiarity; past the lines of life, death, fate, and love
Interlocked desperation reinforced by cadency
Sep 29, 2010
Sep 29, 2010 at 5:35 PM UTC
At 5 am, I step out my door
To be greeted by the warm rains of spring
Fingers of wind caress my skin
Thirsting body and soul, drink deeply
O Lovely Spring!
How we have longed for your glorious resurrection
The willows dance and whisper
The backyard ****** and I, eavesdrop on hushed secrets
*"She's coming." the willows sway
Our eyes scan the skyline, alert for signs*
O Lovely Spring!
How we have longed for your glorious return
The heady scent of you fills the air
The cadency of blood's flow quickens
We quiver in anticipation
For that warm touch that loosens winter's grasp
*O Lovely Spring!
How we have longed for your glorious resurrection*
Jan 17, 2013
Jan 17, 2013 at 12:39 PM UTC
Dissoluted night and righteous day,
Can't we wander and cut and fray
Under starry-eyed statuettes
Tired maelstrom, sunny morning
Try and follow me and stick and sing
Above the yellowed casement
Doubtful breeze and hefty storm
Guess the color and mood and form
Beside our long knotted cadency
Flowing draft, gentle night
Forget and sleep and write
Alongside the fairing,
By the seconds that forgot luck,
And the future hours
That just might
Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 12:54 AM UTC
a willow
however
stands
shallow waters
pebble stones
scattered
all the words
a cadency
of rusty hinges
hanged doors
sour, the dam
Feb 24, 2017
Feb 24, 2017 at 3:25 AM UTC
*Floating into this maddening, tumultuous trance,
Mocking my own fatigue wherever found.
Snatching wide the emptiness
Riding abreast against high silvery clouds of harmonious sound.
My shell – an object to be inwardly consumed -
Standing weakened, balanced 'til the convulsive wind awakes.
There thick hung vestal torches gleamed
'Neath my silvery feet, while placid masks
Sear the senses enlightening the heart of all things.
Unwashed joys share my earthly blooms,
Cheek to cheek un-faded in the thought it brings.
My soul linked to this shell like a common galley slave -
With my nature born with all the love to hold the forms I make.
Yet it crumbles me with each breath with the greatest loving caress.
Golden fruit hides the scathing ache
As pleasure un- hides all that once laid hidden;
I gave all I have hoping my ideas took.
The cloud blooms as the winded music fills the air,
Time stands still buried in my reflective look.
Feeling this flush of pleasure that invades my stare;
My soul shakes loose the burden of my flesh.
Then like a gallant kite flinging high
I chide for it is not vanity nor is it fresh;
It borders on brutish within a vaporous tunneling sight.
Nature's cadency dancing to her joy of strength
With harmonious limits of her enlightened might.
I give all of my impulses to these, my un-minded lengths,
Within the melody’s measure my rapid heart tries best to keep.
The winds of my breath making me a cloud with weightless turns,
Devising me deeper into this place that makes my bodiless soul weep.
Within that prodigal overflow of life that love spurns,
Sweet sounds shed from me like white garments with flowery coronals
Making me holy in the pageantry of my fates.
The beautiful sound, a measure of time in circles
Stirring my heart until I can no longer await.
Then when the dizzy tunnel spins again youth falls from me.
And it blooms once again then shrinks back to its original size -
Then come the many smiles with a glow on their honeycombed faces.
Dream- wondering I fade into the skies
Like an unaccustomed ghost stumbling over my own grave.
For my grave is always just 'neath my feet with its placid face -
But with a melded mind I meditate on my love riding life's waves
Giving that death mask a smile within God’s gentle loving embrace.*
Jun 2, 2017
Jun 2, 2017 at 7:15 PM UTC