Retreat

I am adventuring where no internet lies
for at least 2 1/2 weeks.
🙂

Distant Lover

I reach across the waters that lie between us
wrapping my arms around you
kissing you tenderly on the mouth.

I encircle you in the sanctuary of my arms,
you bury your face in my hair
leaning into me with all trust.

I hold you, my Love,
all else fades as we be..
Two hearts beating as one.

As it was….

the room for magpie tales

They left the room
as it was….
holding hands
silently smiling
a taste of freedom
as their lips
gently touch.

They emerge
into the evening
unaware of rain
amid a village
in the mountains
A secret place he chose.

They meander streets

cobblestones clicking                                                                                                             
music fills the air.

They find themselves
gazing into each others eyes
revealing their secrets
red wine amongst their breath
sharing sweet words of longing.

A child cries
braking their trance
reminding them of
what really exists
beyond these mountains.

Her eyes swell
His voice cracks

Their love untouchable
without falsehood
too strong to ignore
to risky to except

Their escapade of chance
permitted by fate
feed by desire
released by hope.

They go back to the room
forgetting the child
forgetting their lives
immersing themselves
within sheets
each other
folds of cloth and self
holding nothing back.

They know it will end
may never be again.

They wrap tighter
not wanting to
ever let go
of the other
the village
as it was
in the room.

Dedicated to Andy

Theatrical Limbs

One night I learned the secret!
Why my body uncontrollably
stretches and twists,
outward one minute
springing back the next
like a tight rubber band.
My foot doesn’t lift.
My knee forgets to bend.
My muscles cringe
as my hand curls
to form a claw.

It was a night I was alert
Open to the unknown
While my body hurt.

I felt the presence of what I could not see.
Then..the shadows revealed strings
that led to me.

I watched the shadows for their source.
They all traced
to one that ran their course.

The shadow was a massive blur.
That resembled..
my words were one big slur.

I nearly fainted from the sight.
Am I dreaming?
Is this right?

A Giant held the strings connected to me
as if I was a puppet
for his glee.

At that moment he became aware
of me peering
opening his mouth with a scare.

I cowered as he spoke
afraid
that he ate folk!

His voice shook the room
by surprise
like a flower in bloom.

“You are my marionette for the theater,”
the Giant exclaimed.
“I picked you amongst the rest
because you were the best.”

The doctors call it Spasticisity!

River © 2010

Inspired by Shel Silverstein

for Thursday Poets Rally week 25

at Dusk it Begins….

at dusk
stillness shields the air and parched
earth from the humid day
it begins to lightly rain
a burst of light
brightens the dusk lit eve
the earth drinks the water
thunder echoes
the wind picks up
lifting the trees into dance
bolts of light flash
revealing a dance of movement
in seconds a frightening
boom
booms shake the ground
rain comes down harder and harder
the sky lights up in patches
followed a second later
by deep rumbling
thunder
lightening strikes
thunder booms
lightening strikes from a gigantic
dark cloud
approaching quickly
the wind grows in strength and howls
whipping the huge Maple around
around in a frantic dance of boundary and limits
blackness moves over the land
rain
rain pours down
lightening flashes
the sky and trees light up
exposing their surrender
night engulfs day
rain pours
the ground a puddle not able to keep up
streams line the edges running down the surface
at once
thunder and lighting ignite in light and power
the rain begins to slow down
the winds move on taking the storm clouds with them
turning the rain back to a sprinkle
the horizon lights up in a burst of flickering light
scattered across the sky
a distant rumble fades
a smell grows of new rains
and cleansed earth
renewed in life
imbued in me
once more

River 7/10

This poem was inspired from my ramblings during a thunderstorm.  At one point, sirens went off and we went to the basement. Also, I was inspired by the writings of  slpmartin with the writing style. 🙂          One Shot Wednesday

~Windy

I’m Missing

I know the time is creeping near.

When will you be home, my dear?

I spend all my time complaining.

My interest in life is truly waning.

Sorry if I come across as rude.

I’m not even looking at food

I know we fulfilled many things.

Still, being away from you stings.

~Two Elements~ revised

The wind collects secrets
as he soars through the lands.
A river gathers answers
as she travels created paths.

Secrets journey distances
whispered to the trees.
Answers roll with currents;
delivered to the waters edge.

Distances haunt a man
that knows of a secret.
Currents draw a woman
troubled by a question.

A man walks among the trees
listening for a whisper.
A woman sits on a waters edge
raking the earth for the answer.

The trees are the doors
to all the many secrets
caught amongst the air
blowing in the winds.

The banks, edges along her path,
are the keepers of the answers
that move with timeless waters

traveling down rivers.

©River 7/10

The poem is written in a  form called  ‘paradelle’.  This poem is a revision of the first ‘Two Elements’.

Two Elements

The wind collects secrets
soaring by our doors
A river gathers answers
flowing through all time

Secrets travel distances
whispered to the trees
Answers roll with currents
delivered to a waters edge

Distances haunt a man
that knows of  a secret
Currents draw a woman
troubled by a question

A man climbs among the trees
waiting for the words
A woman sits at a waters edge
listening for an answer

The trees are the doors
to all the many secrets
caught amongst the air
blowing in the winds

A waters edge through times
is the keeper of the answers
one with the waters
traveling down rivers

For One Stop Wednesday

ziibi~ Gichigami

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Oh powerful Nookomis!

You take my breath away
Every morning when my eyes set upon you.

One day you will be gentle and soothing
The next day you are raging with passion.

At times people fear you
At most they are in awe!

You are Nookomis to all!

Then why is respect lacking for you?
Why every day are you poisoned?
Why do people fight over what is left of you?

Oh powerful Nookomis!
Are you laughing or crying at us humans?

©River 1996

One of my favorite poems I wrote many years ago. I grew up on the very tip of Lake Superior in Duluth Minnesota. The lake is a big part of who I am along with my Anishinaabe/Ojibwe heritage. I use a couple of Ojibwe words in the poem. Gichigami means Lake Superior and Nookomis means grandmother. There was a battle over the big fresh water lake at the time I wrote the poem. Some Southwest States wanted the States around the lake and Canada to agree to pipe water down to them because they were running out of water. In my opinion and many others they choose to abuse their water so they could have green grass in desert conditions and other reasons. We did not go for it. I have no idea what they ended up doing with their water shortage.
***I explain further in a comment in response to a friends question.

ziibi~ July 9~ Trailing Fate’s Denial

Trailing Fate’s Denial

I weep tears of despair.
Lifetime’s worth of sorrow
gushes from a throbbing wound
bleeding slowly deep within my soul.

A wound from love lost tragically
recurring time and time again.
Two souls seek one another
finding untouchable love
and invisible thread
linking the two
in torment.

A choice made for love
would end the agony
of a thousand lives
but he must risk.
Instead….

Pressure is building,
crushing my chest,
sucking the last
breath of hope
I have left.

Love rejected
Fate denied
Again…

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