small words in the ground

small words in the ground

will i run out of words
this summer i wonder
if i start to think again
of

should i instead
place a passion on planting
small leaflets
paper vegetations
white flowering trees
and shrubs of chokecherries
thick as poems
respond to cultivated
affection and earth
stuck deep under a fingernail

should i instead attempt
a rooting of words
in her ears
watered well
bring her a phlox flower
plucked fresh from
smaller intentions
a white blossom and a request
for her hand
with growing a garden

Spring Cleaning

Thanks to my wonderful new cleaning staff, the hiatus on writing has been put away during a thorough and well needed spring cleaning.

I’ll be posting new pieces for the summer.


(Photo taken from Dead Fred Genealogy Photo Archive. www.deadfread.com)

supplication

supplication

on holy days
i thought devilish
thoughts of you
in petticoats playing
with the locks
in my heart and hair

you searched me
for secrets
i knew details to
yours

made by hand
and not simple
procreation

you were brown eyes
staring at me
i was in praise
of knowing you
intimately worshipping
God because He
allowed me
you

CRINOLINE COMFORT

CRINOLINE COMFORT

There was an absence of sun.
The night cold,
You spoke words
To melt me
In a bedroom study
I dripped wax.
Sealed a letter
Called it the end.

When you beckoned me
To crinoline sheets
You smiled because you
Knew you had won.
I smiled because
It made you happy.

I knew I lost.

A FULL BELLY

A FULL BELLY

boats
set sail friday
after prayer, for flying fish
spiced right
like you
and I under,
slicing tongues
till dinner
docked

MOSQUITO NET

MOSQUITO NET

my face
was an african bed
your eyes rested on

i folded mine

saw you with
my hands

knew you

did not move
as your seasons
changed

it was summer still
mosquitoes left
your body
burned
incense and your hair
shaded me

Reprisals

On a bit of a writing hiatus for a few weeks, I've been focusing on getting back to painting. The next few posts will likely be some of my older poems, however none which have already been posted. No sense being redundant. For those who check the links on this page, do check Karen's Food Blog, and in particular her recipe for Imam Baldi. Make sure you're seated when you do taste it however. No word of a lie, it is almost literally, to die for.