Sunset

Your beauty

Laid out before me

Orange hues wrapped in purple haze

This sky

Brushed upon a palette

By the descending of the sun

Layers

Broadcasting the coming night

Filled with hope and promise

Your beauty is laid out for me

A beauty that seeks me

Reaches out and touches my eyes

Causing them to scan for you

A beauty that grazes my thoughts

Hunting for understanding

Beyond knowing the work of light

Reflecting through prisms

And chemicals reacting in mist

Longing to be known

Your beauty

Laid out before me ready to be known

As in an embrace lovers know

The caress of wonder

Possibilities of tomorrow

In each gentle sigh

Each kiss of moisture

Your beauty

Laid out before me stops

Longing is left alone

Desire

Calm and undisturbed

Even as your wonder

Strikes the lenses of my sight

Pounding

Nothing but a distant echo

Is heard

Tonight…

Poem by Unremembered Author

When I was in elementary school, I was given the assignment to memorize a poem. I found one at my home, tucked into a book and learned it proudly.  Today I do not know who wrote it and haven't been able to find the author's name, but I remember the poem. If you happen to know of the author, I'd love to be informed.

A  Friend

I want to help you all I can
In all I say or do
Because you are so friendly
And I think the world of you

My services, however great
May not amount to much
But they are always your to use
By any sound or touch

I want to keep you comforted
And turn your tears away
And carry out whatever wish
Your loving lips may say

I want to keep you smiling
And forever to be sure
That you possess the happiness
That surely will endure

-Unknown

Friday Flash 55 - Myth Defined

I'm not sure the protocol for playing, and am open to direction. But, I discovered Friday Flash 55 over at Jingle. Here is my Flash Friday 55 Poem. (Write a poem that is fiction in 55 words)



Myths are made of misfortune
Reasoned out by those who failed
and Survived
then Thrived

Myths are tall tales of adventure
Carried on by those misled
and Corrected
then wised

Myths are truer than facts
Recorded by scholars who suceed
and die
then forget

Myths are larger than reality
Confounded by dreams remembered
for eternity

Familiar - On Knowing Your Muse

Familiar

who are you,

this creature with my face and eyes,

small and fleet running rampant on my soul?

what quest brings you here again

to devour my joy and chase away my peace

ever laughing as you go, flinging scorn and disdain?

come, troubler of spirits

rest here on my lap and tell me what fuels your frenzy

how comes your recent troubled flight into my thoughts?

sit with me

let us wait together for the rain

waterfalls often bring sprites in drops of tears and sweet dew.

for i know you like them so

abide here with me then - my familiar.

A Man's Poem - I Need

I need

I know I am able to stand alone
I know I can work hours and days
To build our home

When feelings rise that would weaken me
I know I will stride through them
Fearlessly

But tonight my love I need your hand
I need your touch
A heart to understand

I need to be weak and broken through
I need your passion
I need you

I know how to be decisively stern
I know I can remain
Standing firm

Lose or win I speak honestly
Clasped on to the task
I will believe

But tonight my love I need your hand
I need your touch
Your heart to understand

I need to be weak, helpless and lost
I need your passion
No matter the cost

I need to be weak and broken through
I need your passion
I need you

Even Though - A Poem That Never Happened

even though
our hands have never touched
fingers playing gentle games

even though
our eyes have never gazed
into crystal hues of wanting

even though
our lips have never met
creating passages for lusting

even though
our breath has never mixed
making whispers in the early dawn

even so
i know you

Blogger Inspiration 101

Sometimes I run across a post floating around in blog land that just hits me the right way and I feel compelled to write in respond. Recently this happened while I was over at Monica's Place. I began a comment and it turned into a poem. Thought I would share it here.


Monica Unwrapped

layers and layers folded upon you
thin, airy fabrics of almost unnoticeable existence
one is nothing, an inconvenience

another layer merely a moment of discomfort
laced together slowly, one by one
wrapping themselves around you

one day the weight is unbearable
one day the discomfort binds you
one day you feel cocooned

time
time passes
time passes slowly
time passes slowly and you grow

too big for the encasement
too substantial for the drapes of bondage
too complete for holding back

...

emerge in your time
some of us already see your beauty
and believe

believe in yourself, delicate butterfly
believe, feel the sun
flutter on the breeze and fly…

Brookgreen Gardens Series - Chapter 2, Love Poem

I believe part of the magic, the power of Brookgreen Gardens is the remenants of the intense and intricate love between two creative souls:Archer and Anna Hyatt Huntington.

We get a brief and beautiful glimpse into the love they has for each other in one of Archer's poems, "Dedication." Written to and about Anna Hyatt Huntington it is now repserved in marble in the wall of Oak Allee'.

Dedication

To those whose joyous smile across the haze

Of weariness would flood with light these days

And fold the valley of our journeying

Even in the silvery dawn of spring

To you my heart as might a sunlit sea

Welcomes your soul, ship of my destiny!

With you in splendor past all dreams desire

I found a world lighted by love's true fire.

-Archer M Huntington

Gently Walking

Gently Walking

beads of perspiration mark trails down my temples

paths of the journey of necessity, vigilance

arms stretch outward to maintain balance

delicate steps along the precipice of doubt

pain

once more muscles constrict and release the rhythm

of a task that moves me ever forward

mental anguish and withered cravings scream

threats of rebellion and unwillingness

fear

while gentle wisps of liberated mist rise from the earth

once bound to soil and stone now free, rising

swirling forms of supportive hands caress my frame

lifting forever a small piece of life's weighty matter

relief

i stroll on

When Bloggers Blog

Bloggers' Words

words on my screen

tokens of life well lived

speaking of actions, attitudes

options for living

words of one's journey

signs, revealing and deep

challenging me to thrive, live

choose to grow

words launched into timeless space

floating in e-land, wandering

coming home and sinking deep

settling as my heart

sings

words from you, my friend.