beacon burns bright

I slowly roll grieve
touch it for a moment
and throw it as far as I can

I unroll my heart
letting you into it
beacon of it burns bright

a kindred, I found
in nothingness that was-
and firmly established it in me

"I await with impatience for it to wash me over, again and yet again"

photographic peace

photo in the room
I can almost feel you there-
peace shatters in me

the inevitability of yes

fog lifts from within
I see with clarity
of my future ahead.
with no plans
it suddenly materialised
out of nothing.
you made it happen
you will make it happen-
the likes of which I never envisaged.
I give in to you
and you give in to me
inevitability is just accepted.

"that yes, you simply picked up from me;
sunny days, I stole from you"

sleeping dreams

so you sleep so peacefully
uncaring that I watch you
those eye lids moving along
with your tremulous dreams
your nose flaring a bit
the rise and fall of your chest
I subtly put my ears to it
picking up your heart beat
I sway to the rhythm of it
I steady myself and
my palms slide over you
your skin seeps ecstasy
into mine. closing my eyes
I join you in your dreams
adding some of my own..





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I wrote that after reading the following. I don't know if it is transliteration or transcreation.

Variation On The Word Sleep

Margaret Atwood

I would like to watch you sleeping,
which may not happen.
I would like to watch you,
sleeping. I would like to sleep
with you, to enter
your sleep as its smooth dark wave
slides over my head

and walk with you through that lucent
wavering forest of bluegreen leaves
with its watery sun & three moons
towards the cave where you must descend,
towards your worst fear

I would like to give you the silver
branch, the small white flower, the one
word that will protect you
from the grief at the center
of your dream, from the grief
at the center I would like to follow
you up the long stairway
again & become
the boat that would row you back
carefully, a flame
in two cupped hands
to where your body lies
beside me, and as you enter
it as easily as breathing in

I would like to be the air
that inhabits you for a moment
only. I would like to be that unnoticed
& that necessary.

tattoos, race car, mobile oil and book

he, in that oil-stained overall
works around his racing car
with single-minded passion
that defies everything

she sits in the shade with a book-
reading with absorption

when heat gets to him
the overall is off
sweat trickles down
highlighting his tattoos

she steals a glance-
watches the play of muscles

he feels it too-
measures that intensity
through his own flared feeling
teeters up from his work

her book drops, pages dog-ear
with baited breath, she waits for him

isn't it all so ideal-
her tattooed male smells of mobile oil,
sweat, and flared desire
she succumbing to it all

Clover, Bee and Reverie: A Poetry Challenge

For all those who read poetry, this is a good challenge to read poetry. There are four levels and you can join any. Check out, Clover, Bee and Reverie: A Poetry Challenge, for more info and do join in.

The challenge will go through 12/31/2010.

Here are the four levels of participation:

Couplet: Read 2 books of poetry

Limerick: Read 5 books of poetry, and finish at least one badge

Octave: Read 8 books of poetry, and finish at least two badges

Sonnet: Read 14 books of poetry, and finish two badges, and one expert badge

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I will go for the Octave level. My tentative list of poetry books are:

1) Selected Poems by Robert Lowell (1917-1977)
2) Renascence and Other Poems by Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892–1950)
3) Thirst: poems By Mary Oliver
4) Becoming The Villainess by Jeannine Hall Gaily
5) At the Threshold of Alchemy by John Amen
6 Poetic Musings of an Old, Fat Man by Harry E. Gilleland, Jr.
7) Slamming Open The Door by Kathleen Sheeder Bonanno
8) The Essential Keats: Selected by Philip Levine

rays permeate

growing old with you-
incandescent emotions
aglow within my heart