Present
Your lips are slightly parted
when you sleep
How I long to kiss them
I can feel the warmth
of your breath on my face
Yet you feel oceans apart
I am wide awake, yearning
for connection, for closeness
Our dialogues on repeat in my mind
I move in to enter your embrace
and your arms invite willingly
I smell your sweet distinct scent
So subtle, yet surprisingly strong
this peace I feel around you
I ache to live in this present always
March 11, 2010 - NV
Breaking Curfew
"No Noise after 10 o'clock"
Declares the aging sign.
So I sip my beer in silence
Hearing only the words in my head
"Such injustice in this world, such dread"
I pick up my glass
Put the pungent ale to my lips
and become inspired again.
We sit around the table:
Deep in tought,
Pens moving furiously,
Heads bowed over paper.
We are poet's poets ...
Discussing, drinking, dissecting
And spouting strings of verse
Louder than any curfew
Could ever control or contain!
March 11, 2010 - NV
Limericks!
I once knew a lovely bartender,
Who could drink like the best of contender.
But what made her frisky,
Was juice and not whisky;
Alas, she was a BIG pretender!
- March 18, 2010, NVI consider myself a great writer!
The kind who's a lover, not fighter.
I attract tons of boys,
Adore them like toys,
Then write poems to make me feel lighter!
- March 18, 2010, NV
Birthday Blues
Once a year,
the day approaches
where I am faced
with the cold hard reality
of my mortality.
It has become a tradition;
Sit alone in my room,
meditating on all that was
and all that I hope will be.
This year even more so
resembles the grieving
one finds at a funeral.
I guess it is in our nature
to focus more on the losses
than the littany of gains.
"I feel like such an orphan."
"Why must we continue these cycles?"
"Will I ever feel part of a family again?
Healthy? Whole? Supported? Loved?"
These questions infest my mind.
The answers sadden my soul.
But every year,
I hope and I wish
for that liberating moment
when this lone caterpillar
is ready to emerge
in to a brilliant butterfly.
Maybe next year,
I can finally turn these
ever present birthday blues
in to sweet birthday bliss.
February 21, 2010 - NV
There's Much More
“… there's much more to it
than glass paper and glossy looks …”
There is a spark;
That's how it starts.
A magnetic pull,
An unexplainable feeling,
A touch of mystery.
There is the talking...
Four, Five, Six hours
of burning up the airwaves.
Wondrous, exciting,
Lost in the moment .
There is the chemistry:
A blending of personalities
and the blissful confusion
of where one ends
and the other begins.
A comfort reminiscent of forever.
March 4, 2010 - NV
Fortune Cookie
"Nothing in the world is accomplished without passion"
Not the excruciating and exhilarating finish to a marathon
Not the beauty in presentation of a culinary masterpiece
And most of all, not the poetic words born from a whirlwind romance
March 4, 2010 - NV
Nature's Song
The birds sit in a row
Atop the chunky wooden fence
Singing, no squawking
Explaining to me their world
It's feeding time
As they walk around the grass
Searching for worms in the earth
Life is simple, natural
The waves in the background
Compliment their concerto
This is their stage after all
Beautiful and Serence
Dogs bark in the distance
Interrupting the harmony
Jarring me back to reality
From the lullaby of Nature's Song
February 25, 2010 - NV
