Poetry, stumbling toward ecstasy

it’s not that simple

rebecca’s stumblin toward ecstasy
photo: red_04, Zita B, flickr

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standing still suggests
his heart quakes a quiver
attempting to capture one
slippery scent of security

slightly retrospect
he turns and smiles
a warm touch remote
signals the lock of his heart

walking towards a
world a way
closer yet he comes
his soft blue shirt shimmers

just as before
not hardly a change
he now walks
soothingly slower

he bends his frame
encompasses my life
we start all over again

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stop n go

readwrite poem napowrimo day 28 intuition. When I remember my “a-ha moment” from my past, I understand the place I am meant to go with my words and poetry today is the stop n go of my life past and present expressed in fantasy cleave poetry form; photo: butterfly wing, zoom images, flickr

flying purple parade tiny little fairies
gold flecked tinker bell fugitive dust
never never land nutcracker ballerinas
musical sounds orchestrating fortunes
the easing salve bitty bites of bewilderment
ferocious fierce loud barking dog
running chasing fast and furious
haunting hallowed heights
next door neighbor far distant land
behind the clouded glass shadowed stranger
she shifts her silk sounds the breaking cracked glass 
social step ladder lead footed feat

stilled in quiet flight
surfing swimming alluvium
tiptoe tantalizing tangoed feet
lucid lies languish
clear cautious perfume
the quiet queer complex feral figure
heavenly pitter patter paws pass
vast village vintage venues
serrated mist mellows monday maybes
across the lane lies the empty lot
through a fluttering fog she smiles
light lace pink slip clinging clutter 
leaves no mentioning mark 

flying purple parade tiny little fairies stilled in quiet flight
gold flecked tinker bell fugitive dust surfing swimming alluvium
never never land nutcracker ballerinas tiptoe tantalizing tangoed feet
musical sounds orchestrating fortunes lucid lies languish
the easing salve bitty bites of bewilderment clear cautious perfume
ferocious fierce loud barking dog the quiet queer complex feral figure
running chasing fast and furious heavenly pitter patter paws pass
the open green grass billowing hill vast village vintage venues 
haunting hallowed heights serrated mist mellows monday maybes
next door neighbor far distant land across the lane lies the empty lot
behind the clouded glass shadowed stranger through a fluttering fog she smiles
she shifts her silk sounds the breaking cracked glass light lace pink slip clinging clutter 
social step ladder lead footed feat leaves no mentioning mark

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