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! 

The Muse

inky veined

and muggy too

elementary words flowing through

I am the absence

you are the arrow

targeting this windblown sparrow

unambiguous are the moments

we become a secret creature

forming substance from seeming nothingness

plucking remembrances

from things branded in the brain

the violent acts of living, bleed inspiration

breathe words

from the one born of fire

buried by an earthen father in skin

again and again

union of spirit and flesh

resurrect this vessel’s ability to congregate thought

I am here

but a little while

I beg the stilled silence for oneness

whispers down the bone

creep into subconscious want

become again with me, a creature of beauty

raw symbiosis

we, with stuttered fingers

find each other’s pace, and the words come

slowly and surreal

we dance with black and white

pages of prose and poetic utterances

written by strangeness

creations borne of this madness

I am a writer

Linking up with OpenLinkNight @dVerse  Where Tashtoo has the bar. If poetic community is what you crave, join us you should, I'll buy you a verse ;-) 

Stilled and Silenced

there are no children to pull off freshly painted walls tonight,

no needy husband’s hands to fence with

this night belongs to being

in a noisy silence

autumnal evening sounds

assaulting ears bent toward quiet

cricket song and the last of the cicada concerto

remnantsof a living earth preparing

for the hibernation of retreating into oneself

linger here at the dusk of summer’s end

maples bowing low and heavy

offering palm sized leaves

only southern trees can grow

and hereI sit amongst the California red grapes

and their blended blissful bounty

in gratitude for their harvest

blue velvet sky bleeds violet lines

with the surrender of the sun

I am in silence

I am at rest

I am whole

the fearfulness of truth

with this, a tiny revelation comes

reflectively hidden in stars

strewn ‘cross the blackening sky

heralded by twilight’s whispered presence

bound to human rest

a Sabbath understanding

there is Holiness

in the simplicity of stillness

I am awake now

these quiet eyes do see

purpose in solo revelry

secrets tucked into my heart

like tissues in pillow cases

for moments of weeping

draw them out

during the dark night of the soul

for it always cometh

amidst it’s plight remember

this stillness and grope for peace

with muscle memory

cultivated in solitude

one by one

and become again

bound to quiet understanding

and begin with the hope

of dawn’s promised procession

crickets quiet, owls steal away

and with the son’s arrival,

the first fat rays of presence

define us once more

as those who dwell among the living

drawn into the warmth of day

and remind us we belong there

in reverence we draw light with breath

and exhale luminous awe

from ominous oneness

and in that moment we shall

be still and know

Linking up with dVerse, we are looking at the moments of solitude... these are mine.