Broken Warrior

He screams
a distraught
battle cry
with tearless
eyes
Love again! Love again!
Let this heart
not die! With a saving kiss
be my breath of life

Embrace

Yet while I could never
love again
the body that has lain
in the arms of another,
I will remember
every single embrace
the touch of her perfect skin
on mine
forever.

Haiku of Life

Birth
Quiet, Stillness Pushing
As life softly rains, in Spring
Glows life anew.



 
Youth
 
Youth invincible
Rushes through summer of firsts
A Blink, to be gone.


 
Death

Eyes glow in wisdom
Leaves, leave their heaven above
Life gently exhales.

Not so much poetry

Ok – it helped.
I am still in a somewhat foul mood – still a bit angry
but nowhere near the dangerous and withering heat of anger I had before.

I just needed to get some of it off my chest
it was hard to breathe with that elephant sitting on me.
This is a bit new for me – this talking when I am angry instead of just letting it hurt me in silence.
The best part?
No poetry will come of it.
They will never have another word of poetry from me – for any reason.
I will only write for the people who value me.
They are teaching me to value myself.

Words don't speak

Pondering my words over and again
Wishing I could unspeak them
Again and again

Same old missteps
I stumble through life
Misspeaking aloud
My private thoughts

Perhaps that’s why I prefer to write
Never hitting the “save”
Till I get it right

So easy to correct any errors I make
Hit “erase” to take them away

Of Lovers and Rain

I have walked in the rain with a lover
I have felt her huddled up close to me, 
beneath the protection of my arm, 
as we skipped over puddles and sidestepped streams of water 
I have sheltered beneath shop and restaurant awnings with her 
as a torrential downpour temporarily flooded the gutters and drains. 
I have kissed her mouth as separate miniature tributaries beaded and joined on our faces.

I have raced hand in hand with her to find a dry, dripping space 
I have stood looking out to a wild sky with rain pouring and mixing with our laughter as we shouted our love into it.

I have run with her into the house utterly drenched and joyfully removed each others soaking clothes. Warming one another with the friction of skin on skin.

I have walked in the rain with a lover when the heavens opened above us and it didn’t matter.

Today I walked in the rain.

Alone.

And it just felt miserable, wet and cold.

Equal Differences

I write in rhythm 
you pen in rhyme 
my nouns proper 
your verbs wild 
yet when we touch 
our words are poems 
haikus, sonnets 
writing you and I