Gasp—snip, gasp,
Again.
Yellow spinning petals
Wind.
Push, cool brown
Earth
Small majestic petals,
Mirth.
Reach, past blue
Sky,
Tender root shooting
High.
Wait, stop … over
Again
Gesture deep, curtsy
Grin.
Unison
The fire burns, birch and maple
To black
And long extends my moments,
For time like wood exhausts
Too quick
My years, my body—abhorrent.
This room grows cold and then,
My love,
Our shadows roll congruent,
For dark will hold though time
Doth wane
Thy fondness reigns triumphant.
This poem first appeared on John Blase's blog. was kind enough to feature one of my new poems on his website. HERE.
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Dip your toes into the water with me
I am not afraid to be close. For,
Like the river I move … around and
In between and under you.
I touch you with cold,
A silent otherworld, see-through and shimmering
Wade into me and I will baptize you
Around your waist, under your arms
Father—in the name of—Son—in the name of—Spirit
Rise and breach my surface-glass,
My stratosphere resurrection. Now,
Unwrap the linen—in the name of
Zoe and glory,
The raucous dance, undignified and pure
Splash around in me, a child again
Sing happy, sing stars and rain
Driblets dancing in ripples; one, now two and three
In the pale we sit, dimming with the day
Dipping our toes, splashing, laughing …
And I am not afraid,
In the name of, in the name of