I light the match
And watch the flame flicker.
The flame is bright,
A beautiful blue, orange and yellow.
I know that if I touch this flame
I’ll be burned. Perhaps scarred.
But as I stare at this dancing flame
All I can think of is the beauty.
So I reach out with my other hand,
Slowly, tentatively, purposefully.
But then I stop, look at the flame.
And I think about what I’m doing.
Then I drop the match.
I watch the flame, stare at it.
In the back of my mind hoping I don’t get burned.
did they say, Who're they?
does this yet matter this day ---
Who is... who ease... here?
Amassed in tiny
droplets formed
on a windowsill
like virgin tears
of perfection...
the night-bird's
rendition of summer
rain behind the backdrop
of a trumpeter's smooth
grooves melting beneath
the warmth of
the enveloping sun.
That was when she
drifted in, unassuming
under a breeze
of melodic waves
like corners turn,
sharp and definitive
as a baby clef on
the musician's highest
notes shouting
I Wanna Take You HIGHER...
perfectly stained
on a sheet
tentatively titled
the Color of Eve.
Poised upon feathers
of song subdued
in blues she consumes
the world around her,
spiraling between
mellifluous rhythms
that sway her mind
where her body
dares not go...
there, soulful nectar
drips from her
brow as the sun
momentarily rests before
draping her in
a palette of warm
sensations under dusk's
lyrical awakening.
Her eyelids close
as she arches
back to feel
the cool sound
around her, becoming
conjoined within
it's many moods
of blues and hues
a denizen of
the moment embraced...
emitting a scent
so sweet
that by dawn
she leaves behind
a confectionery trail
of perfect notes.
Tentatively, I opened up to you with my soul.
I feel the calm connection that binds us as whole.
This Love we share makes me cry.
I beg and beg and wonder why!
You have chosen me, me! as tears start to flow.
You tenderly embrace me with love, that knows.
We stare deeply into our eyes, lost in love.
As our hearts open their wings like a dove.
Our souls are on fire as our hearts ignite the flames.
We are one, unbreakable, for our love will not be tamed.
Somewhat needed.
Your presence allows me to feel...
effectively treated.
Fleeting.
As is all.
Resting Ever tentatively.
Enticing Ever memorably from, I can't recall?
Incessant static, analogous to comparison.
Amenable.
Hits the spot.
Chasing what you've lost.
By leaving it behind.
The light is more present than it use to be.
Spiderweb hopes hang heavy with dew tears -
Resilient against the odds!
The frost finger fears: a threat still lurking
...in the darkness...
Tiny trust shoots tentatively test their way forth
Inhaling the air deeply; drinking it in:
Both crisp, cold and biting
...but...
full of the butterfly kisses of the sun's rays.
The dancing of crane fly hopes
Can they really take off?
Standing at the edge of the river
The scaffolding of new enterprise lay ready.
I watch the ebb and flow echo in my soul,
Finally a rhythm that I can understand.
It might be alright.
Universe in its miniature form! A little world!
A wise zoologic entity in its entirety!
Consciously conscientious and spiritually swirled
Physico psychic myriad matchless variety
Possessing physical, subtle, and causal flesh and bones
A soul attaining to be perfect and perpetual
With purposefully special spiritual hormones
With will and power that are wisely intellectual
Like the galaxies, in us, the eternal energy shines
Like the Milky Way agility, and endurance glow
Though as puppets in a puppeteer's hands, we have confines.
Shades of secrets unknown follow us wherever we go
We drink from our self-dug wells and get tentatively quenched.
We suffer, yet, unquenchable thirst, though in rain we're drenched.
She had been out for a walk
Jostling for a seat
Amid the teddy bear,
“blankie” and “bobba”.
Lost her grip and slipped
Slowly from the grasp
Of tiny, sticky, fingers.
She lay on the sidewalk
Amazed by the variety
Of shoes and stockings
Frightened by the hurried pace
Chilled by their indifference
To her…and her situation.
She saw a hesitant, trembling hand
Reach toward her
Tentatively touch her dress
Gently pick her up
And hug her.
It was a different hug
Deeper, somehow sad,
Yet joyful at their meeting.
She nestled into it
Knowing that she had not been lost
But found.
John G. Lawless
©6/18/2023
Filaments of white creep imperceptibly across an innocently blue sky, like hopeful mycelial tendrils feeling tentatively into their embracing surroundings.
Petite tufts of lightly dirtied cotton wool float affably by, unnoticing.
The movement of passing birds is seemingly transformed in this sun, from the previous days of grey.
Small flocks of good mood frolic on the wind as the sunlight briefly catches on their speckled iridescence. While more modest individuals flit their cheerful glow across the world in equal lustre.
Song and chatter dance in the air like sweet butterflies of sound.
And ripening autumn leaves whisper their delight in an occasional mild atmosphereal caress.
LEONARDO
inventiveness
tentatively prevails
with almost a smile
When can we not divide?
We live in fear, so we hide.
Our first gift is love at our birth.
What happened to this gift of extraordinary worth?
We are burden with life's illusionary woes.
Trepidation of pain, hides our love and it shows
Teachers of the heart will heal our wounded soul.
Tentatively, we open up our heart of love as it glows.
We act with this new Love in the spirit.
Others in pain gather around just to hear it.
Soon, more will come together to become a family.
Our father is delighted to see his children are finally free.
The rainbow-colored dazzling aura adorned,
Unknown suspense awaiting like thorny bush-horned;
Hope, like not so blue sky, yet, tentatively clear,
Trails of travel fog-filled, yet, hope-filled in each sphere...!
Lost, yet, not fully; moving from known to unknown
What, midst mundane existence, ever clearly known?
Every single soul, like a sage, moves toward search,
Nights and days have slept in sleeplessness sleepy lurch...!
Beasts and birds of pleasant and unpleasant moods flow,
Encountering all, like a child, in gleam I glow;
Life is known; unknown is its origin and end,
Each branch of each tree knows which direction to bend...!
30 December 2022
Beyond Reach Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose
Planted a decade ago, the first of three.
Guided by a loving hand with gentle wind and water to prevent drooping and wilting.
Still beautiful when thorns prick from uncontrolled change.
Listens tentatively to the sun to grow, yet seeks more independence in the clouds.
Magnificent is the color when in bloom.
Proud, I am, of what you’ve become.
Today, of all days, you will be in bloom on this winter day.
To feel loved and cared for…special to be called from class.
Sent to you, the same flower, as you represent to me…
On Valentine’s day!
Irony, often, enacts comically fatal roles,
Brings dignitaries down from their highest pedestal poles;
Sometimes, in a symbolically pragmatic costume,
Of the protagonist, destruction its role does assume;
Julia Gillard, Australian feminist Prime Minister,
Kitten heels! Fell over public! Earned laughter sinister!
Unprejudiced slip! Humiliated tentatively!
Escorts and envoys, though, waited on her attentively!
Her fall followed her fiery address on male chauvinism,
Fall on grass and fall-from-grace were linked to her feminism;
Did Julia Gillard abet the Western Australian State,
From the crown of the United Kingdom to terminate?
The alleged treason, with her falls, harmed her reputation,
As her opponents wished, these led to her resignation;
Conservatism of foes, I'd conclude, is cause of her fall,
To cry in wilderness, yet, she has felt, has been her call...!
20 April 2022
In suppression of treason what motive or reason Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joe Maverick
DAWN'S ROSE GARDEN
In the twilight of my dawn
At night, the shimmering lights of the stars
Form your lovely face, which smiles
Peacefulness upon my resting place
Only your voice can ease my pace and satisfy my taste
Only your voice can erase the loneliness I feel inside
When I awaken, you are still ever present in my thoughts
Our first kiss seemed the hardest, both of us wanted it, but feared rejection
Only your voice can remove the trouble from my thoughts
Only your voice can share my struggle and bare my strength
Tentatively, we touched and looked, until the desire to know
Overrides any fear and we took the plunge
Only your voice can lift my spirits and create restful sleep
As dusk reclaims my dawn, only your voice still gives
Without judging and loves without speaking
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