Imitation

fall reflection

 

You are the gold

and I the reflection;

I am the copy,

You, its perfection.

If I can but mimic

Your brilliance and hue,

Impressionist painting

could point hearts to You.

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Perhaps

Petticoats

 

Perhaps if petticoats were pearls

And thoughts were stars with chocolate swirls,

Moments wrapped in petalled lace,

Where tear-drop diamonds hold in place

Bright fairy-wands, of age-old make

Fair magic-wrought, for magic’s sake –

Then I could keep you here with me,

Shut out the worst catastrophe,

Bind our hearts with fairy glue

So I could always be with you.

Sleeping Beauty

baby iris

 

Long has she lain,

poisoned by an apple

that should never have reached Eden.

The kiss, when it comes,

stirs,

wispy, a dream that eludes

upon rising;

it revives the tender recollection

that she waits,

not for an awakening,

but for a

Resurrection.

For Hymn, the Bell Tolls

Rovinj

 

Toll, ancient bell,

Ring home my wayward heart;

Sing to my soul,

Lest from the truth I part.

Chime, ancient notes,

To strum my wand’ring strings;

Peal forth your hymn,

To give my spirit wings.

Of Boats and Seas

Vrsar marina

 

If I were a boat, and you the seas,

I’d hoist my sail and let the breeze

Bear me ever homeward bound,

Within your harbour, safe and sound;

And if a storm should cause dismay

With roaring gale and stinging spray,

You’d take the wheel, your waves escort

My shaking hull to safer port.

Midst unknown anchorage, should I

Dismiss my destiny, my why,

You’d paint my name upon my deck

In sea-foam green, lest I forget

That I am one with deeper swells,

With azure waves, and sea-carved shells,

With pirate kings, and mermaid songs;

For in your arms, my sail belongs.

 

The Great Reversal

frosty trellis

 

Where once a green and virile vine

Twined its length upon your frame,

Frost has thrust his hoary head,

Icy claws have staked their claim.

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Do not lose hope as Winter’s grip

Sinks fangs of doom into your heart;

Where once his frozen work remained,

Spring’s greenery will grow her art.

 

 

The Icicle Project

ice.jpg

 

If I were

an icicle

I would melt

into your love

letting go

of the past

like tears

rolling down

cheeks

of glass