Love Is Beauty (4/30)

Here's a fresh one. It's a love poem. (Yeah, I'm back on that...apparently.)

The first line comes from Whitney Houston's old song "All the Man That I Need," which was stuck in my head all morning. The rest is all mine.

Beautiful Love (4/30)

he fills me up.

heart's cup overflows

with peace

even as love grows

and I release myself

to surrender to his heat.

each time we meet

life's force is restored

rekindled by a passion

that cannot be ignored

but instead begs to be explored

begs to be discovered

begs to be voiced in conversation among lovers,

uncovered and revealed

it appeals to my finer sense.

it feels gooey and dense.

it coats my thoughts in layers

and presents itself as answer to my prayers.

love.

proactive and adaptive.

bending and transcending.

upending my preconceived notions.

trading in what i thought it oughtta be

and upgrading to what it's gotta be.

put simply: love is beauty.

Hiatus (3/30)

No, I'm not where I'm supposed to be, but I haven't given up either! 30 poems in 30 days...by any means! (Thanks for reading...hold me accountable!)

I started this poem a few weeks ago but just finished it. I gave it a title after writing only a few lines, which is very unusual for me. Of course, the poem morphed and kinda changed direction as I continued writing, but I think the title fits even better now...in a cryptic sorta way. And for the record, I love sprinkling my poems with crypticisms. As always, look forward to your thoughts and comments.

Hiatus (3/30)

rhyming words placed

in rhythmic cadences

and sentences

is the single way

she repents for the offence

of remaining silent

in the midst of such violent passions

and feelings

and urges

and surges

she words her apology with care

and sets her pathology to lay bare

there within her phrases

she makes rhetoric and record of all her ways

Imperfection: A Senryu

Yeah, I know I got some catching up to do. Here we go...

Imperfection: A Senryu (2/30)

No apologies

for flaws or imperfections.

such is life. i live.

Float (1/30)

Today begins the 30 in 30 challenge...30 poems in as many days. No rules. Just words. I hope you stick with me along the journey. Here we go...

___FLOAT (1/30)___

wild is the wind that carries my wings
no wonder my soul sings
and echoes off the sand
no wonder i haven't found a place to land

I drift along blissful currents
as i fervently savor the whimsical waves
that seem to behave even as they disobey
they push me away yet they beg me to stay

and I can't seem to resist the urge to float
these urges might otherwise be caught in my throat
but instead I release them into the atmosphere
they fade away but I can always find them here

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