night air bristles,
the way spice darkens
chocolates to red
sweet, with heat,
twines with peppered kick
we melt: sea of flames
~0~0~0~
Under ripe strawberry moon
night's perfume:
I hear black wolf's racing pulse
rain, musk, wood
As your tongue cools my heated flesh
tangled in your arms
Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight - Join us when the pub opens at 3pm EST. I am sharing two short poems I wrote during summer season.
read my letter as
you would pare ripe fruit - juiced
liquid clinging thick
words settle on your tongue - soft
as snowflake, tanged with sugar
~0~0~
moon song - velvety
against swaying maple trees
your face is candle
flicking deep night stars - amber
against slope of my chest - pinked
Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Tanka, hosted by Kanzensakura.
Thanks for the visit.
You are the snappy rhythm
my fingers catch, dally & dance
On black & pale ivory keys
Even with no sheets to follow
You are the sun-lit river tides
my rib bones pulse & thrum
You are the flickering rain
on wood & fresh pines my feet sway to
Under verdant sky & billowing clouds
Stringing of noisy grey geese returning
to spring season of maple trees
Open the front door & hear- lilt, verve, cadence-
Never lost, it waits to be found-
This music, & you
The above poem is an edited poem. Below is the original poem.
You are the rhythm
my fingers catch & play
On black & white keys
Even with no sheets to follow
You are the river tides
my rib bones pulse & thrum
Under verdant sky
Stringing of noisy geese returning
to spring season of maple trees
Open the door & hear the call
Your music was never lost
It was just waiting to be found
Posted for D'verse Poets pub - Hosted by Victoria C. Slotto. We are asked to edit an old poem and kick it up with sensory details.
we wax the full moon
silver fruit
then slice it
petal by petal
leaf by leaf as if
hidden in its deepest core-
seeds of pomegranate
our palms are
chalices of wild honey
brimming our tongues
with lushness of
spring
blossoming lilacs
the fragrance is heady
dripping with awareness
that spring season is very short-
and suddenly
between us,
night is velvet-apple
sky is passionate violin
strumming every kiss to heady brew
bewitching wings to soar from the whirlwind
through all the rush, swell & ebb
spinning us madly out of orbit
we land
here, our safe harbor
our ocean sand of silence
as we shut our eyes to sleep
we murmur a promise:
never say
goodbye
Posted for: D'verse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight where I am hosting ~ Come & join us when pub opens starting at 3pm EST ~ This is a belated response to Abhra's Unintended Farewells prompt last Tuesday.
Dab
the sky
pink, blue, gold-
I ache for green
dazzling leap of morn-
Fragrance is you, rain-fresh
With the wild song in your eyes
Around us, earth buzzes - wings - life
Kiss, spice me madly - I want to do
With you what spring does with the cherry trees
“I want
To do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.”
― Pablo Neruda, Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair
I have been using this quote in my poems for the last 4 years at the height of the spring season so I am carrying my own tradition.
Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Etheree poetry form, hosted by Victoria Slotto ~
Thanks for the visit ~
