"feelingly" poems
We encountered a white-tiled wall whose
purity lingered behind earthly browns,
salmon, grass, lavender acrylic paint. And this frozen scene chilled like hot breath on winter
glass, soil-mixed dividing stories of young, smiley-touched
girls whose hair was flaxen hills in
the country and whose
eyes were opalescent azures whose opalescence
was truly the only sign of thought beyond a
glassy grin.
Porcelain doll made of giggles and bubbles.
She fanned her fingers in a glorious sky and leaf peacock-feathered exuberance and pawed at the dry, gritty scene of a sailboat floundering towards a sunset.
She sees this world feelingly – one touch, two touch
Her smile is prayer-folded hands extending across her own little world
A prayer for this textured caricature of a little girl,
a happy puppet stuck until dark,
like the form the woman she’ll soon become
with her child-like fingers spidering across the stories she hopes to [but never will] tell.
Her dusty hands against the comforting tinge of a watermelon’s epicenter.
So pink, so raw, so vulnerable with the valor of another brush’s turn.
May 31, 2012
May 31, 2012 at 7:11 PM UTC
Gliding over glass
Gently, softly, sweetly
Each movement sets a new one into motion
Each touch
Gently, rockingly, and feelingly
All rolled into one emotion
Fingers glide over the glass
Until it becomes no more.
Feb 12, 2012
Feb 12, 2012 at 10:28 PM UTC
Obsidian black blankets my thoughts and the night.
What lurks in cracks?
The cracked cement.
The cracked psyche.
Bats flutter in the belfry.
Madness takes hold, or is the madness masked as sanity?
Erudite my words may be tonight, but tomorrow I may babble.
Like a brook, black as a rook.
Why do these thoughts become clear in the dark?
Darkness leads the way onto a path.
Juxtaposed by the black night, the light is dimmed
Feelingly, gropingly, groggily I'm frightfully led.
To where?
To bed?
To sleep?
To dream jet black thoughts?
Oblivion, delirium, lithium.
Crow black is the deepest part of the night.
Inky pools of forgetfulness abound the sleepers tonight.
Oct 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 9:18 PM UTC
Feelings more unclear than you think, heart beating faster than the fastest your eyes could ever blink. Lost amid distraction, catch me breaking while I'm still still. There's a swelling will to dwell in this well into which I fell, that's how falling for you felt; so feelingly fulfilling, so fearful but fulfilling.
Jun 23, 2019
Jun 23, 2019 at 4:47 PM UTC
Gazing at the moonlight
Shining and bright
I look out for signs
To get some respite
With the blowing wind
With the vibrating chime
I look out for signs
To keep me alive
With the tides on the shore
I think how much of myself I should be feelingly yours
As I battle with deciphering this code
I feel my heart all alone
As I look out for signs
Deep and Deep I fall into them
Alas I find no answer no respite
Jun 7, 2017
Jun 7, 2017 at 11:20 PM UTC
your way the who the body
swells the
lifts the
prurient
skirt
of my thoughts
with
the niggling
wafer of
your thighs
feel better than
my cheeks
can feel the air
(and i can only breath when)
they are untogether together.
feeling–and your back does–how
do you feel
about how
feelingly it
musters razors
in my skin when
your *** also? (and how can i
describe how it
feels like joy
made some
supple real of
realness in two
halves of a broken
perfect? )
it defies words.
there is no cheap no word no sentence
made that by does not at describing it
become.
i am myself, and can i say how much
that is a better thing when i am between you? are
And how can describe it?
the way it turns so deeply into creases
of divinest flesh;
half feet
half knees
upon who hurts to pray inside you
my love fist?
it cannot be said nor sung nor anything
but tasted into one swoon of many tongues
upon it–
my mouth has lived whole years not so pleasant as five minutes between your hips.
Jul 2, 2014
Jul 2, 2014 at 6:31 AM UTC