it was bursting at the seams when you held me -
and i could hear the muted thump of your heart
through the fabric of your t-shirt.
when your fingers pulled through the growing-out shortness of my hair and
your lips at my forehead -
that was when i knew it.

and when you would whisper,
"i have a secret,"
and i would look up at your shining-eyed face,
and smile, and whisper back,
"what is it?"
and you would whisper,
"i think i've told you before, but
you're beautiful."
it was bursting at the seams when i kissed you,
and the way we couldn't breathe
and the kind of want we didn't know existed.

and falling asleep with my face tucked into your chest
and your fingers brushing my hair back
absently
from my face

and our breathing slowing

and our whispered wantings

that was when i knew it,
and soon i'll have to say it.

<>


(for patty m)

"always love hearing from you,
it's like a kiss in the wind"


we are intimate
though never ever close,
but faithful closer

familiar,
though our convivial roads
are uncrossed, except and accept
in the delicate pearl inlay
of our poesy path

our common way station,
where can we exchange private confidentialities
publicly, above and beyond,
the plain and ordinary everyday
intimacies

from the balcony of the sixteenth floor,
I can see the horizons holding
our shared land together.

the wind blows by,
from the Atlantic crossing,
continuing on its
westward ** way

wind comes inquiring as is its wont,
as a faithful and familiar evening-tide messenger,
desirous, needy for its wantings fufillment,
to be a deliverer of
deliverances and
all kind of tidings,
sent by the
in absentia

I post a poem

the letters scatter heavenward,
no worries,
the amorphous wind,
will Oz like
reassemble them
in holy order and
brush them
across your face,
tickle the lips and eyelashes,
still moist from
missing a man who was
intimate different,
in a lifetime way

and that kiss,
that postage paid,
the meager cost
the wind receives,
for a mission well accomplished,
is transferred to you and yours
to enable you to decode
this implausibly but-all-to
plausible,
devoted message

Timid touch
Silent wantings,
Too afraid to ask,
Too numb to feel,
But the warmest
of all these months,
Were the ones
by your side

It begins as a seraph, a wispy notion sliding surreptitiously into your awareness, building on it's impact as it flares and colours.

Gathering your attention with velvet fingers, folding your imaginings to it's focus, enlisting the bias of your rathers to the fancy of it's wantings....gradually, invasively, it occupies and rests, replete, like a fat red toad....quivering in a soft blue light of exultation.

Until, then done, it vacates to a quest anew.
Like a vanished mist...
It disapears to the nether regions of your mind.

M@Foxglove.Taranaki.NZ

Beautiful piece, Irinia.

sleepless feeds my mind slipping
elusive rest seeds as unrest unfolds
unsure footed & fraught head tripping
spiralling down wantings rabbit hole
super helix on hyper speeded axis
these thoughts find nowhere to go

I miss you in this cold night dark
I need your warm side here to lull me
the pain the pine has me fretting stark
craving to sleep beside you peace fully
I toss I turn yearning & burning

willing myself into fragments of light
and the 3am wind to lift me and carry
so I may elementally flee on the night
to my sweet loves bed with no tarry
every star is blown dark without you near

my hearts caged rhythm beats your name
as night chases dawn down to her knees
ruined by your love and it's white hot flame
a night larks song calls out across the seas
my waking fingers reach to not find you here

© J.C. 02/11/2019. 3.40am..

Poetry Of Life

Treasure Box
~~~~~~~~~~

Open up the box of treasures, what do you find! what
do you see among your treasures! I know by now
the box cannot hardly close, it's to full of wonders
of this world and yours..

Collect these riches, they will be with you all the
days of your life, you may not realize what a
treasure box you have, it did not cost a cent,
my friend..

Your treasure box started when you were born,
each and every day something is put in it,
all your thoughts, your good deeds, each
one you made smile for awhile, each of
these are treasures...

Treasure that come from the heart, they
are priceless, no cost to you, just what
you give goes in that box of treasures,
and as your seasons pass, your box
of treasures begin to overflow..

If your don't give of yourself to another,
when it's your time to go home, your
golden treasure box may not be weighed,
it depends what we have done to fill
our treasure box..


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~



Swing To The Music
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Swing to the music, we will dance till dawns early
light, you'll show me steps I never knew, I'll show
you something I am sure you never knew, we
shall dance a dance, that shall never be for gotten
till the end of time..

Tonight is the night I shall kneel down, give
you a ring, and ask you to be my bride, I
love you more every time I see you, I need
to make you my wife sweetheart..

So tonight will be a night we shall never
forget, if you agree to be my bride, each
star will sparkle brighter, just like your
eyes my love, your my lovely flower,
flower of passion I shall call you...

This rose I give you is for my love so
deep, the rose so perfect like you are
my love, my beauty, my lovely, you
make me jump over the moon like
the cow did once upon a time..

You see, nothing is impossible when
your in love, there isn't a thing you
can 't do, you believe so much in
yourself and your deep love, it makes
you do anything even jumping over
the moon..

So tonight under the moon so bright
and full, I shall kneel and ask you
to be my loving wife till death do
us part...


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Four Seasons Of Life
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Spring, warm and wonderful years,
memories of greatest wonder,
touched so tenderly by the heart..

Summer, flowing graciously by,
catching each ray of light, tucking
it away, for a cloudy day..

Autumn, colors surrounding each
corner with laughter, so warm,
loving and never forgotten..

Winter, a time of never ending
beauty, building bridges, watching
many fall, building another, this
time,wisdom and understanding
is the foundation..

Collect those seasons, store
them away, they shall never
be lived again, time to be going
home..


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Dancing Free
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
When freedom rings within the heart,
slave we may be to mother earth, yet
we must walk among the free spirits
that make a person really free..

Don't sit around feeling you've lost out,
you haven't, your the one who chose
to stay, safe and warm away from
harm, so only prison your in, is each
fear you carry deep..

We may be in a prison to a point,
only your own true heart will make
you taste the waters that flow so
swiftly with years flying fast..

Chains must be unlocked if true
happiness will be found, or if
the key has been thrown away,
you may not care to find another
way to fly away..

Maybe thoughts of freedom
have given you another look, at how
really lonely your life would be without
the way of life you have lived for
years..

Maybe it is to late to spread those
wings, or maybe they have been
tied to tightly to really want them to
be untied..

Oh yes, we are all prisoners, mostly
to our own emotions, if we turned
them off, we would not be imprisoned
in bars that can never be seen only
in your own lonely heart...

After years of being lonely, one seems
to greet it with open arms not really
caring if it's lonely anymore, you live,
walk, think, and stay lonely, but deep
within, you have a friend that never
lets you down...

Dreams cannot come true if they really
aren't dreams, only the dreams wanted
bad enough are the ones that become
a true reality,sometimes freedom is that
prison one puts themselves in..

Spice of life really is your desires, your
secret wantings, no one knows about
but you, most everyone die alone
with these secret thoughts never
letting anyone know,...

Ashame that dreams thought about so
many years must just die, blow away
into the wide open spaces, why live if
a person can't be free, we were never
meant to be imprisoned, that is why
God gave us a free mind to do what
we want...

He gave us his Ten commandments
to follow, rules for having
everlasting life..Free spirit, free
mind, just obey...





~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~



Touch A Heart


Touch a heart, with your smile,
light a path, when darkness
seems to dense, be a angel
to someone who needs
love for just awhile..

Be a friend, listen, you
can hear the voice of God,
he has given you a gift,
you know what it is
no need to wear a
frown..

Write your poems,
sing yout songs, let
your echos be heard,
there like thunder
in a middle of a
thunder storm..


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


Lady Of The Lake

This Lady of the lake shall flow
across your mind in silence,
she shall whisper in her voice
of peace how much she loves
her man so far away..

She shall come in the night
in all her glory and nestle
next to him while he sleeps,
she shall always be near,
never seeing, only feeling
her essence..

She shall kiss him oh so tenderly
as the breeze passes by, she
shall never leave his side, she
loves her man who lives so
far across the sea

There love is strong, so very
strong, they yearn to be in
each other arms, sea of
wonder and magic keeps
them so far apart..

This Lady of the lake
in all her mystic glory
shall never leave the man
she loves, he be the food
that makes her all woman,
his woman that lives so very
far away..



~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

FireSavage

Emotions burn deep, catching a glance
of inner fire, savage fire burning without
release, pain, only pain..

Welded in spirit the demon force rages
forward, like a vessel tossed in the sea,
the flames burn, no ultimate healer..

Denial thick all around, comfort so very
seductive, it's easy to feel loves burning
desires, savage fire burns deeper..

Illusions die hard, when loves turns
away without a warning, truth should
be everyones friend when it come down
to love, go away false Illusion..

Dreams reinforced, collecting thoughts
from only yesterday, a perfect love gone
bad in a second of time, savage fire
burns, never shall burn out, it's useless
to pretend all never happened....





By Derena (Harriet)
© 2018 Derena(Harriet) (All rights reserved)