Inside
Summer clung
like a thick blanket
laden with heat and humidity
to every surface
and me.
Close
and closer
held in by the bricks
summer hangs in every breath
and hovers
over me.
Opening
the door
I breathe in delightedly
the crisp darkening sky
he coolest of air
lightening me.
Archive for the ‘Poetry’ Category
Musings and Morning
Posted in Poetry on April 20, 2009 | 3 Comments »
Hope deferred
Posted in Him, Love, Poetry on March 23, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
death – a thousand cuts
layering opening life
blood seeps with my tears
self placed, not first – last
another lifted high up
towards their satiety
small voice cries sometimes
what about me? please me too
dying by inches waiting.
Left
Posted in Him, Poetry on March 4, 2009 | 6 Comments »
YOU left me
YOU left
YOU
YOU I
YOU I miss
Phoenix – Every Day
Posted in Poetry, tagged Haiku on February 27, 2009 | 5 Comments »
Our skin (one or two)
blisters and tears as we move
away into the day
Where do I end and
you begin – breathing you in
to me holding my breath
my body walks away
into morning and life
rending touch. aching
An open wound I work
talk and play with words, with deeds
leading back to you
the phone startles me
breathlessly your voice stirs heat
heart turns [...]
Yearning
Posted in Poetry on February 20, 2009 | 3 Comments »
My ipod drips feeds me music
filling my journey workward
earlier than any sensible soul
would go,
and behind it
your voice
long unheard
whispers to me .
Despite time
despite distance between -
what is it that sings to me,
eloquently
of you?
Sensuality
Posted in Poetry on January 20, 2009 | 3 Comments »
down the hall it creeps
my senses alight, teased enthralled
the cooking dinner taunts me
Longing
Posted in Poetry, tagged Haiku on January 20, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Hands warm heating blood
mind enflamed heart racing – you
live on my lips, an ache
Pre Morning
Posted in Poetry on January 18, 2009 | 1 Comment »
kookaburras lacing the
early morning with laughter
tying a net to drag up the sun
daytime looms before me
colours live on the tip of the morning
streaking day gently into being
Summer
Posted in Poetry on January 18, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Stillness sits like heat
gathered in the early hours
summer smells like new born day
distant thrums rattle glass
a kookabarra calls to
sol rising nearly
tumbled sheeting paints
tangled legs arms splayed randomly
summer smells like weariness
Summer twilight
Posted in Poetry on January 12, 2009 | 2 Comments »
Kookaburra
raucously laughs
at the setting sun
as the blanket of summer heat
lays heavily on the earth.
I listen.
