I Wait

For simple words to signal your status

Like the blip of a heart rate monitor

Above your silence

Beneath the weight of your absence

Like the mother of a lost child

In the desolation of your abandonment

In prayer for your restoration

Like Samuel’s Mother at the altar

My arms as empty as her womb once was

For finality, a telegram, a text message

Like the soldier receiving a Dear John letter

There is peace in closure, release in goodbye

For the sound of your voice to rouse me

Like you did that last slumbering night in your arms

You had to leave me once already

For the lines to be drawn

Like guarded boundaries

That will take me from you

Release me from my prison of waiting

Open the door of this caged soul

Mourning dove calling for her mate

Break the bonds of my torment

Whisper words of release

And leave me to my grief

Rolling green melancholy

Forlorn is my forgotten state

Anemic understanding

Return me to my desired state

Bathed in the fragrance of your presence

In the absence of fear

In the reaping season

We all labor in silence

For the banquet

Laid out like your nakedness

Communion of two souls made one

Linking up with Open Link Night over at dVersepoets.com Come share with me a poetic exchange. 

Desire

Dusted leaves and painted showers hidden within
Angry winds blow through my soul stirring forbidden emotions
Whispered fantasies and aching loins,
Push me upon the threshold of insanity

Your words overtake me,
like waves upon the shores of disillusionment
Breaking me down with every syllable
Contentment seems an impossible dream.

Newness entices me and forces me from reality
The strength to love you, the power to deny you,
All within the boundaries of myself.

Going on and on seems endless,
Resistance seems futile
Yet painfully I resist you.

Unspoken words lie heavily within my breast
Your actions haunt my mind
Fleeting emotions seem a thunderstorm.

I long to be within your arms and inside your heart
Your passion burns visions of you into the dark corners of my mind.

You are my disability, your unconditional love paralyzes me
Within your eyes lurks the destruction of all I ever dared to dream.

I release resistance, allowing you to completely devour me,
With the devastation of consummation and I am forever changed.

And you, in the morning light of reality,
are merely an illusion. 



Come hang out with us at the pub tonight dVersepoets.com, submit your own work or drink deeply the thick words that are offered up. Hope to see you there, cheers! 

Return to me My Paramour

One word and I became thy paramour

First exchange you became my paramour

Dancing from twilight ‘til first light

You gave heart cause to sigh, my paramour

All seasons end, tempos fade ‘til absent

At rest hopeful for your return, my paramour

Gone again and with it’s end I defy

The stars that separate me from my paramour

Torn asunder severed souls are restless

I seek, and hope to find my paramour

Upon these wooden planks I plot my course

With pure love shall I find my paramour.

All ahead full, ‘til season ends

April brings back again my paramour

I'm linking up with the poets over at dVersepoets.com for a Poetry Prompt by Samuel Peralta using the form, ghazal sonnet. This is my first attempt, which I'm sure I will edit further at a later date. For now, however I appreciate any feedback you might offer. Thank you ~Apryl 

Cult of Celebrity

somebody please explain to me
why Snooky is paid to be
a television personality

the bachelor has his harem
seeking an arrangement
not a lifelong commitment

sorry Honey that Boo Boo
isn't something I want you
to do, to be, to see

historical accuracy
takes a back seat to
the political heresy

our heroes wear Lycra
not a badge, or a name tag
hold up, but that was funny huh?

knock, knock, knock, Penny!
my OCD has
gotten the best of me

Bill Cosby said it best
when he said
God has a sense of humor

I want my MTV
not a documentary seeking
the cultural pulse through celebrity

storytellers run the news rooms
and wackadoo is a definable being
person of real interest

CSI, Law & Order
it's really all about
how the Bones have taken over

crimes are all solved in an hour's time
to tell you the truth I
prefer the Grey's scale

but I suppose Madea said it best,
Livin' takes a lifetime

Like the Tide

Long and plain

in our

extraordinary

simplicity.

Slipping gently

into my thought,

beneath the sinews

that bind

day to night

and me to you.

Your words live

in my veins now.

Skin dissolved

as membrane.

Union of souls,

body, mind,

emotive, passionate.

Draw back with me

like the tide.

Fold yourself

into the petals

of my embrace.

Settle into the

cradle of my rib cage;

the bend of my knee,

the connective things

that enclose

man into woman

dark and deep

into the secrets

lovers keep.

We speak a language born

of fire

and of earth

of nights

we lost words

in our surrendering

to the unknown god

of my idolatry. You

have become

the definition of man.

And me, I became

a refuge of woman

bedded and curled

at the whisper

of your name.

Linking up tonight with dVerse for Open Link Night. Won't you join us? 

Drown Beneath the Tree

This big world keeps right on spinning

No time have I for grinning

The bottles keep on dropping

No sign have I of stopping

From the self-same grave that made me

Returned there I did, with favors

They have hands and so do I

And death, I met him between my thighs

I am the daughter of a forgotten father

Whose son hangs on a tree no longer

And I, well I'm the whore that hung him

Drown then did I beneath that very limb

And laid we there with poplars bare

For I never learned to swim

Linking up again with dVerse Poet's Pub Open Link Night. Publish your own poem on your blog and join us. I'll be dropping by later tonight. Hope to see you there! 

An Autumn Night in Boulder

Photo: Boulder Boulder by Katerha

patchouli scented pathways

stone sentinels stood steadfast

Chaco covered Pearl Street set ablaze

planetary alignment, hidden in the stars

you brushed against my hand

enough to feel the warmth of skin

as we were wondering through that foreign land

street venders peddling wares within

I bought an artisan’s amethyst ring

a solitary remembrance slipped on tight

as the buskers began to sing

we whispered promises with hearts alight

our childlike laughter of organic origin

created atmospheric disturbances

in those simple moments we became like puritans

beyond the rigidity of archaic formulas

sipping fare trade coffee in the moonlight

stepping into the new familiarity of one another’s presence

hoping endlessly for an extension of this night

returning to us our once forgotten adolescence


Tonight I'm linking up with dVerse where we are celebrating OpenLinkNight... if ye be of the poetic persuasion and spin a few rhymes link up with us. Cheers, hoping to see you at the bar!