A Poem and a Photograph

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Love of My Lives

I am still your man, here still.

And after centuries measured

by small epiphanies,

my arms remain open,

my eyes your eyes seek.

Walking apart or abreast

my soul is complete

only when yours is near,

the spirit healed by your kiss.

Lovers, praying partners,

and friends we’ve been,

even secret members

of the same crime family.

Dancers in a cosmic ball

whose ancient rhythms

only the broken-hearted perceive.

Enemies and allies we’ve been—

fellow travelers in the far east.

Here I am, your man still,

still holding on to your hand.

Here to make reality

a holy promise made

the Spring I was shaken awake

—to meet once and for  all

with clean hands, clear eyes,

open hearts and a blessing

for each other upon our lips.

A Poem and a Photograph

Sun Embraces The Earth

Blessing The Wounds

You sent me alone to the concert hall
Where only half the notes played
Until the music discovered your face—
Your smile alive in the smiles of my friends.

You called to say you weren’t coming
But when I turn around, there you are,
Reflected on each one of my walls and
Weaved in the silky sheets that cover my bed.

I spread you on my morning bread,
Drink your sweat to calm my thirst.
My palms rest on your skin. I press
My fingerprints, branding forever your flesh.

Thirty days I walked, my eyes shut
And in the darkness of my steps
I follow the warmth of your breath
Through the dessert to the valley beyond.

We learn leaving from some lovers,
Only one can teach us the way back.
Blessing the wounds we’ve carried,
Our true love joins us in the search for home.

There’s A Child I Know

Ready for School

There’s a child that lives just under my skin

Who refuses to come out until I’ve settled some things

Let go of others, learn to breathe.

He only comes out when threatened or pleased

And is quick to decide whom he won’t play with.

His temper is short–the length of a smile exchanged

Between two strangers who briefly meet.

Everything’s a reminder of the playtime he’ll one day enjoy

When he learns to be good.

There’s a child living between my desires and my need,

Thirsting for acceptance and comfort

–my embrace he awaits.

A Poem For You, Upon Seeing A Rainbow

Rainbow in PR
Poems flow easier when the air is stacked with lava vapor and mint

And Lucinda is singing o’ sweet despair, somewhere south-west of me.

Your essence awaits my arrival, everywhere I follow these aching feet,

Like a recurring old melody, it climbs up my torso, breaching my peace.

Feeling your breadth take residence under my fifty-something skin

I come alive, the way I’ve never lived, instantly transformed, released

Of all I fear, soothed again by energy emanating from your fingertips.

I surrender to you. I let go of the grip. I plunge, head first, into your sea.

No reassurance. No answers. No need to know our lives beyond this.

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Of Interest to Writers

and other creative types. From the stupendous Maria Popova at Brain Pickings:

Famous authors are notorious for their daily routines — sometimes outrageous, usually obsessive, invariably peculiar. In Odd Type Writers: From Joyce and Dickens to Wharton and Welty, the Obsessive Habits and Quirky Techniques of Great Authors (public library) — the more dimensional and thoroughly researched counterpart to Mason Currey’s Daily Rituals — Brooklyn-based writer Celia Blue Johnson takes us on a guided tour of great writers’ unusual techniques, prompts, and customs of committing thought to paper, from their ambitious daily word quotas to their superstitions to their inventive procrastination and multitasking methods.

There’s more…