how you felt inside
cresting a hill at high speed
to get butterflies in my stomach but
a distant star exploding
into shards of light & dust & matter
ceasing to be one thing, becoming another
violently birthed into
I remember how you felt
made to boil, bubble, roll & roil
a cauldron brought to the brink, full of magic
nearly silent incantations whispered over
& over — pleas, benedictions, curses
all the same yet
running, full-tilt, legs & arms scissoring
the air as if just a bit faster will launch me,
like Superman, skyward but
I remember how you felt
made a puppet, a glove, warm dough,
the fire that burns &
like Time stopping, breathless & beyond reach
of hungering arms that try to catch it back but
aglow in a mere fraction of transcendence,
of moon drunkenness, of the slow torpor of hot
humid nights under a tar-black sky & each star
an oasis of…
how you felt
(C) jp 5/13/12
Today’s prompt is color.
Some say day fights night, night fights day
to fade, to lessen…
This is not a truth.
And when snow falls, sparkling in the air
…then it is an outright lie.
Oh, how the twain meet, cuddling
as lovers under the aurulent glow of moonlight.
at dawn & dusk,
witness the titian flush on
passionate tendrils tease inwards,
trailing like a strand of albicant pearls.
Earth watches, fettered voyeur to
the sky-bound love,
and weeps isabelline tears while two are one,
sad they must part and be
and wait, again and always, for that too-short
slice of time when
a periwinkle veil studded with wishes,
embraces the firmament,
giving solace as it creeps
on columbine cat’s paws to once again
(c) jp 4-7-12
Well, actually the prompt is to “write an epithalamium (sometimes also called an epithalamion)”- which is about celebrating a wedding. However, as I am single and never was one for planning my dream wedding – I used it only as a slight influence. In my poem for the day, I wrote about lovers – Time and a nameless woman…
in light effervescent~
see this shell as smashed diamonds
& thousands of motes of light.
I refract wisdom & magic
with each fey-touched breath
of my charlatan’s soul.
Glimmering like candlelight
I light my own path & need no eyes.
Do not call me Delphi.
flutter in the dark,
A simple chalice is mine
tarnished & unadorned
yet beautiful still…
it holds the same elixir
as the finest gem-encrusted goblet.
My sweet lover,
the scoundrel & thief Time, whispers
endearments tinged of mint & stars & earth.
I want to roll in such secrets,
inundate my flesh with sky-blushed promises
& lushness so rich that I am
as a cat after too much cream.
In such rapture,
I shall not notice what has gone missing;
plucked from me as a fat grape from the vine…
Time only takes what he must.
(C) JP 4-3-12