In her black outfit, she will dance. She will love him. She’ll write about it. —for a midnight rave—
Category Archives: Poetry
He said
I slowed down a beautiful, wild mustang.
Eyes At Rest
I don’t want tonight to end Let’s suspend time I love that you’re mine And within this lifetime And the rest I promise even when I’m not At my best To love you. I feel the beating in your chest And it beats in me too
Haiku no. 16
In the lone hoursOf night, we swim in a song…Painting as we go.
Drip, drip
Early Afternoon
Petting cats And rolling j’s Watching baseball On Father’s Day Making o’s Sipping rieslings Chilled in ice Eating raw fish and rice The Sunday wind is draping on skin And the white orbs of cloud Sail the skies’ blue The sound of summer is loud— —My mind is loud too.
Haiku no. 15
The cloud was golden… A soft light emerged from it. It pierced my own soul.
November Sun
And the days are growing warmer As December gets closer Can’t seem to figure What triggered This happiness to spread Through to my vision A decision? I wonder. And as I wait for the rain, As I wait for the thunder I’m caught under the sun Where all the pain has Dissipated And what onceContinue reading “November Sun”
Morning Light
The cat curled on the bed The resin is just about cured There are books on a chair And a window slightly open Paper products line the room And paintings line the walls The light trickles in on the cat The morning light feels warm.
A Picture
The smooth legs Underneath your hand As they glide down
Leanna 