sweet ophelia

Sweet Ophelia

I would not love you

But for the red brook inside my heart

Pleasuring me, calm

In sounds of your speech

I would not love you

But for the bursting garden amidst my soul

Lavishing my ankles

I rest, not whole

I would not love you

But for the broken stairs of a hill

Emitting you

Each season, still

Oh love, if you could wake my heart

With certainty too cruel

I’d grieve as

Sweet Ophelia!

And I would not love you 

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once around.

once around.

The birds never change

They sound the same

I am ten

I am twelve

Fourteen – again

And I’ve wasted the same

Amount of time now

As back then

Thinking on what doesn’t

Matter

Moving to where I don’t

Need to be

Everything changes in time

But the birds

- They sound

The same. 

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rambling overture.

rambling overture.

You have a sparrow’s heart

Hands that move like sparkling carnival rides

The widowed swans sway like love letters upon kaleidoscope windows

Someone always says “be careful” just as my telescope finds the mightiest ship

that I know could alter my life.

The raven holds a message, beseeching mysteriously, I chase it

Plunging into breathlessness can be a sign of the most extravagant beginning

or even a wrenching end

I shall risk it all, divinely.

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this pain.

this pain. 

What pain can be less than you

That I can feel it and say

- oh it does not compare

What pain can be just like you

That I can have it and equate

- this recognizable dagger

What pain can be more than you

That I can bear it and wearyingly utter

- you were not everything

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Love’s Disparity.

 

Love’s Disparity

There are times when I think of you

In slow motion

Have you ever felt so moved?

Oh love, I should not still care, but I truly do

My love, I’ve set you neath the largest stones

But it seems you ascend their immensity

Just like some sort of king, who has no rules

Or does, but charmingly defies them all

I never knew you could ride a horse so brilliantly

And all this way, every night? That painting never

Knew its course, I hardly loved it until you left me

I blush with every unabashed thing you do

But I want it most and completely

And if there is ever

Another engagement set out for me that would

Alter your downy arrival

You know paper gets lost quite simply

Some nights I want to believe

What this hero tells me

He should not try to rescue me so flat-out

But he does light his eyes fittingly

While asking me things, sublime

All my answers sound like yours&mine

Oh! This should never be right

But should I be so Lonely

No one ever tastes a stars haloed breath

No matter how brightly it shines

You fail this chest, so cruel

Have you ever felt so moved? 

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to say love.

To Say Love

If summer’s light

Begs you gone

To fade behind

A groaning tree

Would you think

To leave a trail

To let my heart then

- Follow thee

If fall inhales

The fire of dusk

And swoons the minutes

To smoke your eyes

Would you ponder

The extent of visions

And let your soul

Bid otherwise

If winter tests

The fondest beings

So dreary that

They come undone

Would you be a

Feast of warmth

And let us add

A matchless

Sum

When spring bestows

The drench of new

A watercolor

Summoned earth 

Will you soon

Pursue a quest

To jewel my hand

In blossom’s

Mirth 

Oh life is not

A dreamt example

Not every bit

A child’s sky

But let us, love

Resist the trample

The proof of worth

- All we defy

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patterns and epitomes.

patterns and epitomes.

I find myself

Far away

Under a no light

Under the no moon

But neath a distended

Ambiance

A custom, I suppose

For I come back

Mostly on those nights

No one would believe it is me

For who is a girl that wanders?

Ungrateful and so, no name

But I know why I lie there

Inside certain patterns and epitomes

My thumping heart sounds different

Within such a ghostly draw

But when tiredness does fall

I sneak back to my bed

He never turns his head

And come morning, I hardly believe it 

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along the way.

along the way. 

In the light blue of your

Leaving me, I could not speak the

Correct words as they traveled through

My fancy spring time, poorly

I ran to our pond that

Stood, deeply opaque

It did not lend an embrace

-       But bargained with all around

To match its wistful manner

And I felt as faint as a scene

Cut out of a playwrights dream

The pond fashioned perfectly

A sorry reflection of me

Then moving its indigo precision

Loaning to me, Us - as a vision

I tried to catch it, still

No sanity could break my will

Falling in, a well dressed rock

Saving myself, upon the dock

I lied breathless amidst butterfly's laughter

Energy spent on nothing to capture

I suppose that is what all love will do

Or perhaps, just I

For you.

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To: Girl

To: Girl

If you want love to find you

- Be lovely

If you feel too lonely

- Tell God

If you can not change

What is making you ache

   -Cry out loud and then

Move on  

darling.

darling.

The warrior sky deepened

As it cut stars

Into my diary

Swinging down

Upon us ornaments of

Gaiety and warmth

You held me

Securely and I

Attired myself

As a ballerina

To reach your mouth

And steal your words

Their honey quenching

This loophole between

Magnetic conversation and

Impatient desire

Oh we could rest

Any place as desolate

And gray as one

Alley – bent

And I would still

Feel the ceaseless

Path of our gardened

Wedding bed

For no land

Can steal your

Darling.  

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my heart won't believe.

My Heart Won’t Believe

                              

I’m penniless

Without you

I’ve not a place to go

No friends to dine amidst

No thing to list

If you won’t come here

To pull me to you in your lament

So I could kiss over you

With a pardon as soft as

The stream of your sorrow

I don’t want another

To beg my hand

I’d rather be less conscious

On some barren land

Perhaps wishing on you

But at least finding rest

Uttering moments

Solitude won’t contest

No one should come my way

No one, not now

For what sort of words

Flee a desperate mouth

I only want to hear us

Even if it is your heart

Shifting towards mine

As slow as time changes the season

I ache for you

Like the sun

With only cold things

To lie upon

I feel your vacancy

And yet I strongly admire

Pressing into emptiness

I moan - a mere liar

Oh love, I can not go very far

But under a draping willow tree

She rustles, brushing secrets

- There, you will find me.

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photograph copyrighted by Dahlia Sentimental Photography

we meet again.

please let this be

not coincidence

not loneliness approaching

some body

nor paths so broken they meet

to say what can

only warm the unsettling air

i am swept into his smile

like stardust over the moon

i lie upon his lap

and sleep as though her womb

we've not adjacent lives

but there is an aisle now, lit smooth

no slanted noosed pain can move again

not within his reach

love may not be easily right

but gathered steadily through time

and if that is yours and mine

- come keep me

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wild sea

Forgive me

Like the wild sea

If I am so cold

If I am that rapid

If I may lean as too far away begins

I am as the wild sea

Too strong for my own good  

But I didn't mean a thing

For doesn’t the very wind break a tree

That once it moved, adoring.  

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perfect timing.

keeping her heart a secret

... only wasted a key...

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excerpt from L. Book by me.

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eight metaphors

Eight Metaphors

If I did not (so often) think of you

I have grown too weary of that phrase

For what a boredom, when wondering who

Could substitute your spring lit gaze

And why should one devise a plan

To whisk away my easy pleasure

Though most say I’ve excessive dreams

Who rules so right to take the measure?

I stand alone upon a bridge

They often see me and think dismayed

But oh as they should pass me by

I breathe relief and sigh unscathed

And though your distance is persisting

Eight kindled metaphors press my night

To once again believe your whispers

Shall someday be my breathless sight  

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again

  Again

Has there ever been a moment
When you were amongst a crowd
And you imagined my face
In someone’s place
Just to love me once again

Does the rain ever remind you
Of how I wept
The night I saw you
And you were with her
You know I felt a bit deranged
Like a little girl
Losing her way
I ran to find solace in the misty air
And prayed such a foreign prayer
For you to just love me
Once again

And when you moved on
It seemed so absurd
I could hear our ideas
As you shared them with her
I wondered so many times
If you ever kissed her tight
Or touched her hair
And then with all your want
Believed I was there
To heal the quest
Of tasting me
For insanity, sane
And loving me
Once again

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beyond

Beyond

There are feathers as

Light as us

Beyond the somewhere in

This soul of life

They turn inside a sun crowned field

And flowers bend in sleepy joy

The colors of our hearts will strand an

Infinite aisle

- Sentimental, for gazing. 

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window.

Window.

There is an open window in my heart

It chills me to the bone

In the middle of these soundless nights

I hear you, coming home

Inside the shadow of a tree

I cry, our days, all gone

Its stretching, rustling, moving slow

What heart should wait this long?

Am I the girl within the words

That used to make me flee

Are you the man upon the stretch

- A bottle set, to sea.

Oh love, profess it, either way

Just make it clear to me. 

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our earth still breathes.

                          

Our Earth Still Breathes

Spreading a glow

In her palm

She wraps it around

Her neck

Leaning back

To kiss you, strikingly

The pull of

Of her approval

Tilting you

Into me

As we ate celebration

From a paper plate

Picking appropriate clouds

I bent atop you

Like a deep green

Stem of daydreams

My blossom hair

Sprawling out upon

Your fresh – ness

Water me again

She calls you back home

You pluck a flower

Near your eye

Oh love, our earth can

Not be zipped up into death

Have you learned

Your lesson yet?

Forever grows

Shorter

Each year

                   
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i hope.

i hope.

Down this road

I hope to know you

Like unplanned evenings out

And morning calls before

The birds

Like silken ribbon

Curling over my heart

And dedicated music inside

My palm

I hope to watch

This page of us

Turn slowly

As its colors fly

Freely off the page

Soaking us in

Ridiculous pleasure

And all we’d ask - is to be

Stained. 

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from my 2009 release: blue birds drag the stars 

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Till fall.

I think when winter comes

I will see you in sleigh rides

I suppose when spring returns

I will hear you in early sounds

I bet when summer leaves

I will feel you near my side

Pressing me to wait

- Till fall 

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