"porcelaintears" poems
my sister—
your love was as soft
as the morning rain,
our conversations
too innocent not to be beautiful
and when we locked our arms
and pressed our ankles together
to walk through a river of puddles,
the world was right,
our dreams, tranquil and endless
PorcelainTears [Anna-Maria]
November 7, 2020
Jan 10, 2021
Jan 10, 2021 at 10:52 AM UTC
everything sets at the window
like; drips of moon ink,
the lingered scent of a summer's day
the pleasure of a romantic moment
our smiles, wet with rain
the song of— time in the bottle
PorcelainTears [Anna-Maria]
November 12, 2020
Jan 9, 2021
Jan 9, 2021 at 1:54 PM UTC
just a few moments more
under the plunge of thunder
and the moonlight,
holding your hands
and tireless affection,
reflected in your eyes,
knee to knee touching
quietly paralyzed in you and
the sound of lake ripples,
crashing
let this be our most
delectable eternity
PorcelainTears [Anna-Maria]
December 28, 2020
Jan 9, 2021
Jan 9, 2021 at 2:50 AM UTC
here lies my love for you
in the rise and fall of
the splashing hues of each wave
that moves you and I
here lies my love for you
in the moon that emerges,
naked in the distant hillside
where our souls meet each night
December 4, 2020
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here lies my love for you
in the still morning,
the wave and the sail,
the seamless dreams
inside my heart
here lies my love for you
in the chestnut scented air,
the wood fire in the sands
and seducing warm grains
December 4, 2020
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here lies my love for you
in the quiet mist,
in the mysterious light
of painted snow-dust tips
of the forest pines
here lies my love for you
in the ravine gargle,
the hidden tomb of
the waterfall
and all of time
skipping through December
PorcelainTears [Anna-Maria]
December 3, 2020
Jan 9, 2021
Jan 9, 2021 at 3:27 AM UTC
for a moment, i can feel
the weight of your wings
between the palms of my hands
i can imagine the struggle
you've endured, yet still
sing your blue-bird song
and when you slip your feathers
through the strands of my hair
for a moment, i can feel
we are two small souls, connected
PorcelainTears [Anna-Maria]
November 14, 2020
Jan 9, 2021
Jan 9, 2021 at 3:40 AM UTC
life has special meaning
and notes between music
it has deepness and mind
mystical translation
to the eye and ear
when we are [especially] silent
it moves us...
in wordless ways
beyond extensions
borders and walls
we quiver, arch and feel
lightness
PorcelainTears [Anna-Maria]
November 10, 2020
Jan 10, 2021
Jan 10, 2021 at 10:36 AM UTC
the morning sun
stitched along silk lines
of lavender & rose,
the zen-kissed stillness of
moss & late blossoms,
their perfume rises
to a breeze in her hair
from farther in her garden
he trembles as he watches
one flower near another,
the poetry of her beauty
catches in his chest
PorcelainTears [Anna-Maria]
December 9, 2020
Jan 9, 2021
Jan 9, 2021 at 3:03 AM UTC
what my mind approaches
what I tilt my head to
and my hands reach for—
all the beautiful things
preserved in their truth
spring in the flower,
the fall of the leaf,
the rays of summer
and white canvas winter
precious things I pause to notice
PorcelainTears [Anna-Maria]
November 14, 2020
Jan 9, 2021
Jan 9, 2021 at 1:52 PM UTC
I will sit a little longer
with my hand pressed
between these pages,
white thoughts
and every moment passing,
look at the bluebird
bearing the beads of sunlight
God's granted
my soul will stir
[in you]
until I am dust
slipping off into the breeze
PorcelainTears [Anna-Maria]
November 6, 2020
Jan 10, 2021
Jan 10, 2021 at 7:44 PM UTC
behind half-closed eyes
the moon turns slowly, watching—
all the silent winter shadows
slipping across star-glazed hills,
twisting into heart shapes without knowing
PorcelainTears [Anna-Maria]
December 28, 2020
Jan 9, 2021
Jan 9, 2021 at 2:53 AM UTC
it was a late summer evening
& here was the ocean
as ancient and measureless as our time
here was the dome aglow,
moon shadow on our faces
one shade closer to the colour
of the pulse between us
& here was such a night
I knew I'd love you
beyond this lifetime
PorcelainTears [Anna-Maria]
November 8, 2020
Jan 10, 2021
Jan 10, 2021 at 10:48 AM UTC
knowing where to go,
light sweeps ashore
& curls around our feet
the wind-brushed clouds,
mountains and sculptured maples
so close, the lungs inhale them
I'll find peace, where peace lies
in sky-drops of rain,
& in wide bourbon-coloured eyes
of small wood creatures
PorcelainTears [Anna-Maria]
December 5, 2020
Jan 9, 2021
Jan 9, 2021 at 3:22 AM UTC
it is a matter of being touched
by this freedom-heavy sunrise,
a matter of feeling like a blossom
exploding into the smallest quiet pieces
that melt into this velvet blue moment
in the universe and—
I don't want to wipe this dreaming
from my eyes
PorcelainTears [Anna-Maria]
November 29, 2020
Jan 9, 2021
Jan 9, 2021 at 3:32 AM UTC
such is the beautiful company
of the meadow and mountain,
the radiating heat of sunlight
on my bare feet
shadows that never shout
nor ever despair
but all these burning moments
in autumn's turning colours,
I think how lovely
walking through the grass,
a day would feel with you
PorcelainTears [Anna-Maria]
November 10, 2020
Jan 10, 2021
Jan 10, 2021 at 8:31 PM UTC
the sharp scent of
a fine memorable season
fades through the spaces
between trees and evergreens
we return to climb the hills,
one step at a time,
look down at the perfect
assorted treasures-
the farm field and small churches,
children chasing puppy tails,
the harmonious life
PorcelainTears [Anna-Maria]
November 27, 2020
Jan 9, 2021
Jan 9, 2021 at 3:35 AM UTC