Joy Ride

 

think how your body moved down the avenue of fourteen
hips swaying into tomorrow and the next day

how you curl your tongue around the idea of chocolate
consumed by it even as your body consumes it

how your eyes connect with other eyes,
locking you into that inevitable, unforgettable dance

and feel how your body shudders and utters delight
when you share its secrets

how Beethoven ravaged, savaged your heart
invading, vibrating a joyous ode across tiny ear drums

how your skin felt like silk when you dove into the ocean,
and the salt-flecked water blessed, caressed and ate you

how your body worked to roll out another and another body,
sweating and pushing, pushing and sweating you bore them out

then swooned at the scent of brand new-born
pouring into every open door your body owns

how you are stunned when you rise from a daydream
and your eyes run across the sky, immense, intense with clouds

how you glow when a little boy stops playing
to touch your cheek lightly, politely planting a kiss

 how a river of pleasure runs through your nose when a rose
shrugs off its holy fragrance

and oh,
feel how your heart pumped as you jumped on your bike
willing your eight year old legs to ride forever

how you soared, when you stopped on the road to Yosemite, awed
and had to lie on the hood of the car to keep from falling into the stars

and how your heart sings in time with the birds
when spring arrives to banish, vanish winter

your body convulses and pulses with laughter,
tears flowing, you fall down on the floor

when you think what an impossible joy-ride it has given you
ever since you climbed aboard at your naked, gasping birth.

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Published July 2014 –  Bards Annual  2014 – A Poetry Anthology

Poem-a-Day # 28 #29

 #28 Haiga in Black and White

IMG_0773dawn stillness.jpg

dawn stillness-
a blue heron
rising without a ripple

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#29 Tanka

IMG_0773 the sandpipers

 

For PAD, NaWriPoMo, Local Gems Poetry Press

Prompt – write a water poem

This photo (and two ‘haiku moments’  I had the morning I took it) inspired these poems.  I am enjoying the process of manipulating images in photoshop and various other programs.  The second image reflects a bit of playing to create a pencil-drawing-like image.

 

 

Poem-a-Day # 26

IMG_2420 #2 copy @2

 

For PAD, NaPoWriMo, Local Gems Poetry Press

Prompt – the last straw…. the never-ending winter of 2014 in the Northeast .  Just when we thought it was over, it wasn’t!

I may tinker with this a bit more!  Perhaps:

falling spring rain
on the ice blue edge
spring snow falling