Poetry

Poetry written for or inspired by my beautiful daughter:

B o u n d e r s 


We are;

desperate birds in morning
bounders under stars
leaping
over sandlots
our minds wander too far.


We've been;

digging
in the dirt piles
winter fruit in womb
taken too few raindrops
too
cautiously to bloom.


We seem;

drunken violets so
slight
wild like minutes tock
miserable and so right
sap of
nature's touch.


We will;

slowly dream of nightshade
trading
dark for dawn
pure and birthed in stained glass
like paintings of
the sun.


We're made;

thicker than the restless
souls
like open clocks
counting down the minutes
hours of the lost.



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D u l c e t 

So soft.
The waves, the expression on your face
I hear you calling
you are the dulcet to my ears.


So far.
I wander, oblivious to the shadows
you light reflects on to me
you are the starlight to my eyes.


A kiss.
by sunshine, genteel and honeyed
your sweetness is contagious
you are the the love of my life.


You turn,
cataclysms silent, sirens into whispers
I hear you breathing
you are the dulcet to my ears.

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F o r  t h e  K i s s e s

I do it for the kisses, 

I do it for the hugs.

I even do it for the messes

you make upon my rug.

I do it for the hand to hold

and the eyes that gaze so true.

I love being a mommy

and I do it for you.

I do it for your messy hair

when you first wake up.

I do it for the food you pretend to eat

...only to spit up.

I do it for your sleeping face

and the laugh that gets me through.

I love being a mommy

and I do it for you.

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S u m m e r' s   S t a n d i n g   S t i l l


Summer's standing still,

a smile on her face.

 *

The quiet is like thunder

when there is nothing left to say.

*

Weeds might tell the wind,

to whisper and to blow.

*

So hold tightly to your string

or just give in and let it go.

*

Summer's hands are empty,

streets stick heavy with the heat.

*

The Sun lies in the shade

in the valley, behind the trees.

*

The ground will choke with seeds

as limbs will laugh for joy.

*

Spreading out their leaves

in the rays to feel the blow.

*

Storms are looming over,

ready for the chance to quake.

*

Blue skies will crack open

as white clouds are soaked in gray.

*

But Summer is quite smitten with

the game that they will play.

*

Hiding in the little girl

with a smile on her face.



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W o o l  g a t h e r e r 


She dreams of fire
and obsidian nights,

Blue cinder eyelashes
and kaleidoscope eyes.


A walk through a stone path

A roll in the mirth's grass

And underneath petals she hides


She flutters softly inside me
like tragedienne wings,

Making all of the cosmos
an insignificant thing.


Her sonants through bluebells,

a mesmerism she stirs well

her stars made of feathers to fly.