Just a few poems for you to digest, explore and hopefully enjoy. Use your imagination
to invision , all by an artist friend of mine, William Burns Jr...Hugs,Alexa
An Empty Shirt in the Moonlight
A lurid moon
A languish of stars
A milky night sky
Occasionally troubled by clouds
An empty shirt on the clothes line
Somehow transmuted
Ghostly pale
Iridescent
Luminescent
Dancing with the wind
In the moonlight
Lift
shifting
Left . . .
Then Right . . .
Pausing only for an instant at the apex
Impressionist Moment
A beautiful
Amber-autumn afternoon
Flows through the curtains
Curls around the sofa
the table
Enfolding me
Flaxen and beautiful
Illusions creep along the wall
Glistening motes
ghost angels
Feather fingers touching everything
brushing
soft as shadows
I move quietly
From room to room
From one moment to the next
Each second another bead on the string of Time
Real Human Horrors
Boogy men and vampires
They don't scare me
You wanna know
What really Frightens me?
The kids had become . . .
You know
a liability
So she parked them in the lake
Staying long enough to be sure
the car went under
Long enough to hear . . .
And blamed a black man
any black man would do
Another story
She leaves the dance floor
Walks into the bathroom
Still hearing the music
drops the fetus into the trash
Now that
Really scares me
Savoring the Senses
The Flavor of your mouth
Your smell
rich and raw
The way you stroke my hair
Your quick
electric movements
The whispers
Your murmur in the moment
Mists coalesce around us . . .
Two as one
Drowsy Repose
Let me bask in clean flannel sheets
Delicious
warm pleasures
On rainy dark nights
Sleep
Blessed sleep
Take me in your strong arms
Fuzz my eyes
Zephyr
my breath
Dance with me
He greets me
gently poised
Encouraging my heavy eyes
to fade into watercolor vistas
Effortlessly
sanguine and enticing
He draws me into his secluded milieu
Into his open arms with my demure smile
Into our spiritual embrace
We dance to the music
of metamystical intimacy
Elegy
Is it Ok for me to dance
Now that you're dead?
Do my feet betray you
in lightness?
Do my eyes betray you
in smiling?
Does my heart betray you
in song?
I mean no disrespect
But the sun was out today
And my mind slipped
just for a moment
Only a moment . . .
Is it Ok for me to dance
Now that you're dead?
Sunday, February 24, 2008
Varied Poems To Digest
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