Tag: poetry

Anticipation

On By MiCoIn love, poetry7 Comments

Anticipation, a sweet, exciting

Thought, a lovely, warm need.

In my mind, I feel his handsome face,

See his beautiful eyes, taste his delicious mouth.

My anticipation grows, it stalks me,

Won’t let me be, makes me want,

Proves to me that I am alive,

Makes me feel like a woman.

A real woman, a complement to this man,

We are the two halves of our one equation.

While I count the hours, the anticipation builds

With expectations of the familiar.

A familiar trust,

A familiar knowing.

I trust in his knowing of me,

He trusts in my knowing of him and

Our equation is made complete.

Alone in the Darkness

On By MiCoIn love, poetry5 Comments

Thunderstorms, candlelight and

Loneliness.

Lightening has taken the light away,

My house and my universe are in darkness.

Candles and lightening flicker

Illuminating a small space around me,

Showing me what is

Possible, but unseen.

The darkness’s flickers of hope

Mirror the hope of my heart.

My love is like the darkens,

It surrounds me,

Envelopes me but shows me

Flickers of what could be.

I have been alone, always,

Or so it seems.

My heart aches for the special connection.

A love to hold my hand in these beautiful times of thunderstorms and candlelight,

And share with me my essence, my joy in all there is,

But I guess he doesn’t want to and I don’t know why…

Oh, I can make it alone.  It is what I know.

But it is comfortable in its dependability only.

The thunder brings the sky to life,

Then returns it to silence.

As he brings me to life when he is here,

And returns me to silence when he leaves.

I need more time, more time to learn to love the right way,

I have tried, I keep trying, but it doesn’t seem to matter.

I don’t know what I am missing,

Just who I am missing.

And so I sit, on this lovely evening of thunderstorms and candlelight,

My hand un-held, my heart still alone, and I don’t know why.

Maybe I should be grateful for small things, at least this time

My love is worth crying over.

Nature’s Balance

On By MiCoIn nature, poetry5 Comments

Purple thunder, speaking sky.

The sound sneaks in to doubting ears, mistaken signs.

But soon, unable to be ignored, it rolls in

Splitting the sky,

Singing to my heart

And watering the earth.

As the storm approaches, the lights go out.

The air is still and filled with anticipation.

Birds become silent and

Trees grow heavy.

The rain follows the clouds

And the wind rocks the trees to the sound of the sky.

Heavy air crushes the field and

Rain pummels the garden.

Plants, grass and trees shake in the torrent and rivers run along

The roadside washing away the day’s dust.

The very earth trembles with the power of the storm

As lightening spells its name in the sky.

The black clouds race across the heavens and

Carry the storm on their backs.

But all too soon for me, the western horizon brightens, the

Energy is spent, the storm subdued.

Sunrays break through the darkness and

The earth sparkles and shines in its fresh – washed brilliance.

The storm has run its course,

Released its tension and fulfilled its purpose.

The birds resume their song, the brook runs full,

The garden is watered and the earth refreshed.

The thunder returns to silence and

Nature’s balance is restored.

Unexpected Loving

On By MiCoIn love, poetry14 Comments

Unexpected loving,

Sensuous and passionate.

He has not forgotten, neither of us can, ever.

Our hearts still beat together, as they should.

Lightening spreads though my soul

at the touch of his hands.

Our kisses complete each other.

Our bodies are once again one,

meant to be together,

no time to waste.

Love lost or neglected is sorrowful,

broken lust, a cold embrace,

but all is not lost, I see no sorrow in his eyes,

no coldness, I won’t allow it in.

There is no time or place for pain,

I will not accepted it.

We are together in body and soul

And it is good, so very, very good.

Sacred Space

On By MiCoIn love, nature, poetry21 Comments

My place Path to the void The void Sacred Mountain Space

A place that calls to me.

Sunlight and blue sky, clouds,  mountain shadows

And Hawk’s winged cries.

I know this place from

Another time, another heart.

I showed him the pictures, so much like

Mt. Kailash, he agreed.

Time passed, as did he, no chance to see together

No chance to share as before.

We both knew, as did the mountain, by

It’s stars reflected in the lake.

Mystic longings,

A spirit dwelling

Timeless expanse contained

Between the peaks, a space of knowing

A place of soul, eternal.

A portal to the past and a gateway to the future.

Please, Sri, reach for me through the veil, tell me again what I need to hear

You know this place  as I do, I am sitting on the “rock” waiting.

Lift the mists once more and look for me

I will meet you there, I promise

Waiting for J at Star Lake

Seeping Sadness

On By MiCoIn love, poetry17 Comments

Sadness seeps in and

Covers my heart.

No reason, nothing has changed,

Maybe that’s the reason?

Ceiling fans hum and night moths

Flutter against the window glass.

Sweet violin music floats

Through my room and head

And brings me to a place

Of tears and beauty.

A classic combination that takes me

With it every time.

Please, shut it off, dry my tears

Turn off the light,

Set the moths free.

Storms of the Soul

On By MiCoIn poetry7 Comments

Leaf litter and

Pine cones.

Dark forest and

lightening sky.

Hissing of rain on

Summer leaves.

Thunder rumbles and

Shakes the ground.

Only the west side of the trees

are wet, the rain is quick.

The power just begun

Moments later is fading, intense emotions cannot last.

Storms of the sky are as

Storms of the soul.

His Eyes

On By MiCoIn love, poetry12 Comments

There is a story behind his eyes

A complex and interesting one, full of joy and tears, passion and love.

His eyes are dark, powerful, beautiful,

And outwardly project his honestly and truth.

His gaze fills me with peace and love as his arms hold me close

And I feel his heartbeat in time with mine.

Our breathing becomes synchronized and for those few moments

I feel we are inextricably connected and all doubt is gone.

I don’t always understand him, but in his eyes I see courage, the courage to do what he feels he should in spite of what I or anyone else wants.

Such courage and strength of character are rare qualities

And serve to make my love for him more intense.

But there is more to know behind those eyes for

I feel a deep longing in his soul.

I am selfish and convince myself that his longing is for me but at the same time,

I fear that it is not, so

I watch, hope and love him unconditionally in spite of the setbacks and tears

Because that is all I know how to do.

Not Again

On By MiCoIn heartbreak, love, poetry4 Comments

Supplemental love,

Hearts in disconnect.

 

Words are as useless as

Pain shattered glass and

 

Red wine stains on white carpet are like

Heartbreaks in silence.

 

Truths are hidden, my

Existence threatened.

 

But nothing matters to a

Useless soul.

 

And to begin again is

To have faith but it is empty.

 

Ice has frozen the intentions and faith has flown.

My soul is ringed in sorrow.

 

More solitary thoughts fester and

Infect my mind telling me

 

It is better to be alone, no,

Not better, easier.

 

Less hurt, less disappointment

No more love, or hurt, or me.

I don’t want to go there

Not again…

 

The Heart of Summer

On By MiCoIn love, poetry3 Comments

Summer love, hot

Sizzling, sultry.

Just he and I in a

Simmering field, wilted flowers and

Endless passion.

A love with no limits.

He holds my heart in his soul

My body in his hands.

His touch is like fire,

Smoking my heart with its heat.

His mouth on mine melts my soul

And makes me weak in the knees.

I am completely under his command,

A total surrender.

His body is hard and lean

Smooth and supple- lovely.

His moving ways bring it all

At every turn, his loving magic.

He covers me with his passion and

Whispers endless words of heart and heat into my soul.

He has taken me to a place I have never found before,

And it is there with him that I want to stay.

For in his arms there is nothing more to want

Nothing more to be, all is complete.

A fulfillment,

Lovely and right.

If only he could feel it to, if only

I could convince him of the rightness of this.

Convince him that I am the one, and it is meant to be

That we are anam cara, soul mates.

But sadly if he doesn’t feel it,

There is nothing I can do.

I will continue to love him,

To want him, to need him and

Maybe in another lifetime, in another place

We will be together as we should be

And our halves will  join

To once again, for all time, complete the whole.