You, All Around

A book of love poems on my bedside table,

A red card, a yellow pink rose.

Your smiling eyes looking out from my computer 

And the memory of your hand on my thigh in the morning.

 

Lying on my bed, reading Cohen’s Book of Longing

When my iphone pings your safe arrival in Arizona.

My afternoon dreams led me back and back again to your arms

And waking was a slow, sweet, hazy affair.

Watching the Sky

Watching the sky in Grass Valley

People say I'm crazy doing what I'm doing
Well they give me all kinds of warnings to save me from ruin
When I say that I'm o.k. well they look at me kind of strange
Surely you're not happy now you no longer play the game 

People say I'm lazy dreaming my life away
Well they give me all kinds of advice designed to enlighten me
When I tell them that I'm doing fine watching shadows on the wall
Don't you miss the big time boy you're no longer on the ball 

I'm just sitting here watching the wheels go round and round
I really love to watch them roll
No longer riding on the merry-go-round
I just had to let it go 

Ah, people asking questions lost in confusion
Well I tell them there's no problem, only solutions
Well they shake their heads and they look at me as if I've lost my mind
I tell them there's no hurry
I'm just sitting here doing time 

I'm just sitting here watching the wheels go round and round
I really love to watch them roll
No longer riding on the merry-go-round
I just had to let it go
I just had to let it go
I just had to let it go 


--John Lennon

Light In the Dark

I am a reader and a lover of poetry. So it was exciting to find this blog on Premium T.

Here's a lusty, lovely poem from one of my favorite poets:

Carnal apple, Woman filled, burning moon,
dark smell of seaweed, crush of mud and light,
what secret knowledge is clasped between your pillars?
What primal night does Man touch with his senses?
Ay, Love is a journey through waters and stars,
through suffocating air, sharp tempests of grain:
Love is a war of lightning,
and two bodies ruined by a single sweetness.
Kiss by kiss I cover your tiny infinity,
your margins, your rivers, your diminutive villages,
and a genital fire, transformed by delight,
slips through the narrow channels of blood
to precipitate a nocturnal carnation,
to be, and be nothing but light in the dark.

Pablo Neruda

Renoir, Bather Arranging Her Hair, c. 1885, Sterling and Francine Clark Institute, Williamstown, Massachusetts.

Butterfly Bush

Butterfly Bush by taradharma

early morning silhouette

softly swaying

with dawn's breath