"sundrops" poems
Paints of dark twilight hues,
Slathered across in blunt strokes.
Blend with deft hands,
Cajole gently with jabs and pokes.
Backdrop begging for a few others.
Longing to hold in infinite embrace.
Friends of earth and midnight sky.
Worthy of a doe-eyed lovers' gaze.
Cascading moonbeam...
Drenching all in silvery white.
Restless twinkling stars...
Singing their mismatched might.
Silhouetted landscape as horizon,
Darkened oils of plateaued ridges.
Finest brush could only manage,
To close the gap, I build bridges.
Nearing completion, this stint on canvas.
Nuances of dawn for what I've begun,
Usher the arrival of a brand new day.
All I need now is a few drops of sun.
Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 11:05 AM UTC
Wildflowers in grey day sun,
I like how they feel,
Proud amongst the stones
Of craggy walls and splintered
Wood in my village so bare,
Littered, wild blooming sundrops,
So bonnie, loud and cheerfully
Clear that this is a new day
To be beautiful.
Jun 5, 2015
Jun 5, 2015 at 11:58 AM UTC
the sky over i-95 is violet, the color of the deepest bruise
like the one you actually remember getting, that eclipsed
all the little gray-green ones from
tripping over belgian blocks, and mismeasuring the distance
to the doorframe.
the sky over i-95 cannot hold water very long
and soon it doesn’t.
you look out the new-car window
silent windshield wipers and you remember
the other times it’s rained on your occasion
(with stinging peroxide sometimes, and
sometimes gasoline, when you had a match
in the glovebox,
but mostly water).
you never stopped liking the way the big trees swayed
in the not-quite-hurricane
or the deafening of the drops on the car’s aluminum backbone.
you used to trust they’d never fall, they’d never flood
the crashes you passed rubbernecking were never fatal
traffic would always clear
you’d never be late.
as you watch the oversized leaves support the waterweight today
you think how every bit of that is gone from you now
siphoned slowly and quietly but
unmistakably gone from you now
you think in matter-of-fact sentences because you are a grown-up:
“I do not trust the trees. I do not trust the raindrops.”
quieter you think
“I do not trust the future. I do not trust an empty building.
I do not trust the movie theater. I do not trust the ocean,
or the river. I do not trust water
when I can’t see the bottom.”
you get a little philosophical as you get hungry and the exit numbers get high
“I do not trust the highway. I do not trust me. I do not trust the curtains
to keep me safe when I sleep, and I do not trust waking to bring me morning.”
you think in matter-of-fact sentences because you are a grown-up,
but also because that’s how the thoughts come.
there’s something that you do trust
that’s enough to warm you as this unseasonable may
comes to a close.
you never stopped liking the way the big trees swayed
and you think how they might fall
but they haven’t yet.
you think how it’s kind of okay not to trust them:
you trust something else.
(pain is lucrative.
so is smiling.)
a female cardinal perches outside the window of
the room, just as you arrive to leave again
and you think how she's just as pretty as the
candy-apple-red male, though she's dark against the tree trunk
and when you’re back to celebrate the years since leaving
you might even trust that tree trunk
and the girlcardinal you have to squint to see
you might also trust morning, then,
and night.
meantime, the sky lightens:
sundrops while the rain comes loudly still.
May 26, 2013
May 26, 2013 at 5:29 PM UTC
i will write simply
like a snow melt in the spring
water brings music
and our feet are washed clean
remind the stars that we named them
even if they take our souls
we will forge them again in the fireplace
and breathe life back into them
soon we can rest in the music
but first let us use them
just like we were meant to
now is the space
to give your heart its grace
so we feed the lakes
their icy beverage
and make the songs that melt the frost
i arrived like fire
when rain was your only hope
our souls washed in the burning sun
the conundrums of love
somebody escaped with our watermelons
sundrops upon the lake
feelings we can never shake
our ecstasy is awake
and we have outgrown our shallows
swallowed by the hand of fate
our lives we did partake in
yes we have reached further
into the thick of it
into the blackest night
i walked into my own dismay
and displayed upon the sky
was the light that caught your eye
like threads of shredded rope
as darkness could never
cope with the worst of it
i sold all of our hope
for you should never
have to ***** for emptiness
send me the wisdom
to unleash you from this prison
so please give me another kiss
and fill me with your stories
for now we will forever know
that dreams are only allegories
Jul 23, 2018
Jul 23, 2018 at 2:37 PM UTC
The rain drinks my world
Blanket of sundrops about
The grass looks more green
Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 8:06 AM UTC
*Hanging downward
Leafy branches try to taste
The tangibility of earth.
Melted sundrops on the plains
Roll with grass blades
Welcoming the dark
To kiss his tangerine love.
Songs of the returning wings
Make the sky more grayish-green
Than those foggy heads
Of awaiting trees.
Wearing a cloak
Of tomorrow's serendipity
Evening comes home.*
Dec 31, 2016
Dec 31, 2016 at 8:25 AM UTC
Fingertips dance through fog,
Particles alight in treetops,
Waves ripple upon his face,
Cities below, nature engulfs us,
On the mountain top, winds blow:
I turn not from society, yet find essence far from man,
He is all that I have been, and will be,
I reach out to touch a single sundrop, and feel,
Duality in an instant, yet still I am me.
Dec 3, 2011
Dec 3, 2011 at 3:46 PM UTC
i wish i could have known you
a lot better a lot younger
so i could see you like this
sundrops on your kisses
with colour in your eyes
fingers trail the frosty panes
as we trade breath on these
cool winter mornings
our hands forming hearts
in the left over spaces
between fingers that hold
my soul delicately carefully
touched by the moon and the stars
as our fingers run over the frosty
winter glass
Nov 29, 2011
Nov 29, 2011 at 4:32 PM UTC
Hold my hand and fly, and fly
My sweetest Caroline
Falling is the nectar of life
Like sundrops, from your eyes
Sing of souls once downtrodden
Who will see light in you again
Hold in time, this hand of mine
My sweetest Caroline
Keep in view, in view is you
My lovely Ashley Ruth
Pray in day your dreams come true
Though these dreams of yours are few
Keep in mind the hopes you treasure
Love is truth, not always pleasure
Float right through from greys to blues
My lovely Ashley Ruth
Run as if the summer wind
My darling Madelyn
Show the spring where to begin
In this cold world we live in
Stand stronger than the maelstrom
Pray for what the world might become
Heart of gold in plains of tin
My darling Madelyn
Mar 5, 2013
Mar 5, 2013 at 2:52 PM UTC
you start me off winter cold
as shivers then good as golden sundrops warm
me up as tea leaves swirl me as I used to laugh
good as staying under warm covers all afternoons
what day can be as this besides what I have
with tearing through the tv guide when
the sun is low in the distance and the day begins
early and ends about five
not time to drive around nor time to save you
Nov 10, 2016
Nov 10, 2016 at 11:57 PM UTC
Sundrops and melted hearts
fill the streets in their empty parts
where the asphalt starts to tear and break
the melty bits fix the mistake
And flowerbeams and rainbow-daggers
launch attacks until sadness staggers
clutching at a mortal head-laceration
the tears have now left the station
So it is that on a sunny day
A funny day, a Mon-i-day
The good bits make better
The cheeks that were wetter
When good thoughts had all gone away
Oct 10, 2019
Oct 10, 2019 at 11:37 PM UTC
Sundrops kiss the wintry chills
And vibrant fields of flowers bring
While spilling over dancing hills
Dew and songs of dawning spring
Jun 21, 2018
Jun 21, 2018 at 12:44 AM UTC
"When Fiona Smiles"
When Fiona smiles
It's like sundrops from heaven
Moonbeams in the night sky
Rainbows in the valley
When Fioana smiles
It's like stardust in the northwoods
A sea breeze in the harbor
The sunrise in the morning
And the angels sing as the trees sway
The birds wing, the children play
It's made easy, the many miles
On this journey
When Fiona smiles
When Fiona smiles
It's butterflies in the sunshine
A warm breeze in the valley
Feathers in the moonlight
And the angels sing as the trees sway
The birds wing, the children play
It's made easy, the many miles
On this journey
When Fiona smiles
When Fioana smiles
Feb 10, 2019
Feb 10, 2019 at 1:43 PM UTC
I did not let go in a shower
butterfly wings and
golden sundrops
Not in a cloud
where the rattling of the descent
sent soft rustles and
shivers rippled through the
child watching
Wide eyed
bright mind
purest confetti
for the party of one
(a coming of age)
no,
i let go
little
and late
(and alone)
Oct 30, 2018
Oct 30, 2018 at 9:58 PM UTC
Pale moon
You glittering orb of ice and sand
Reflecting sundrops
Cascading on our darkened land
Pale moon
What secrets you know
Lovers stolen kisses
And the torment of the human soul
How we’ve wailed to you moon
How we’ve cried
How we’ve confided in you
Things we dare not bring into the sunlight
Pale moon
Rising is your ancient duty
We crave you moon
You’ve bewitched us with your ghostly beauty
Jan 31, 2021
Jan 31, 2021 at 6:50 PM UTC
Reflection of sundrops
As diamonds moving
rough bright rock vulcanos
Goldmines shining
through the grounds ,
in the dirt hiding
Ready for mining
Pearls under sea at
oceans bottom
Sheltered by shells
Covered up by plastic waste
All this richness of this earth
in the darkest of all places.
That’s the beauty of Mother Nature
Till greed of men ruined everything.
Global warming at the end.
End of planet Earth , Human kind
and Mother Nature
Shell ✨🐚
Jun 5, 2021
Jun 5, 2021 at 12:25 PM UTC