Fandangled Days

There’s nothing like a lime green drive…after a heavy rain
The leaves tilt down and flowers frown, ruffling feathers of a white plumed crane
Songs are in the gardens around the lagoon, frogs croak a melody and bloated toads croon
Crickets pleading night with the moistness bright from the rays of a waning moon
Rotors buzz, from a thing that was…as it hovered then flew ahead
Silver winged light, a bug so bright that the darkness cracked and wakened instead
All around the emeralds, the lemon-limes, a blue tint of indigo
Heavy-weighted Spanish moss, curls all damp … tresses of an aged widow
Dripping sips from a washing storm bleach decks of clinging sands
Festival of fluttered things, clapping filmy, tiny wings, marching in wee-formed bands
Some would call them fairies with their lantern’s glow, I did when I was a girl
With loping lights of fairy dust, as lanterned candles dribbled dust,
bathing each shadow with pearls
Symphonies of fluttered bugs, blinking lights of fire
Greens in hues
magnanimous
phosphorous
winged fires
Oaks that arch in huge arrays, this regal door to nature
Brought to life after a rain, wet foliage and thirsty creatures
Buzzes hop and drink each drop, flowers aglow with dew
Mid-summers rain and fuzzy nights, mornings when I wish for you
Sharing the beauty is quite the ease when canvases change each day
Wishes for you to see through my eyes at this wonder of painted displays
Just look at the yellow of daisies, much prettier for their drink
Closer still at the tiny flutters in lavenders, blues and pinks
Right by your ear they hover still, moving their buzz in flight
Turning the heads of those that squint from wetness in the pale moonlight
Miracles happen when we are aware that nature is singing to us
Fandangle mosses, the weave and dodge of lightning with fairy dust
Rains dipped with honey and lizards’ red throat held up waiting each bead
Days and evenings after a storm when nature is douched with need.

A Slow Dance

In regressing here this evening
Thinking over days gone by
Living life with dignity
Taking stress in stride
I’ve found that unimportant things
Were given up to chance
For details are a memory
I settled for a slow dance
To taste the heady passions
To smell the blooming flowers
To climb a tree when I chose
Get soaked in April showers
To take a trip to Europe
Having never left my home
With a Gypsy spirit antsy
My curiosity roamed
I met the rich and famous
I felt the desert air
I tripped the light fantastic
Because I have no fear
In case you might be wondering
Why I took such chance
Those details now are memories
I opted for this slow dance

Tree’d

Who needs a love potion when you follow a lead
Who knows but hearts when heads lean to cede
Beating clear rapture, I guess is the words
Just gone with the flow, it seems so absurd
I haven’t the strength to debate my own heart
It tells me he’s special, he fits my parts
I’ve been on HOLD for the past fifteen years
I’ve wagered this heart and counted the tears
It conditioned in time, but never gave in
I knew, yep I knew, that my heart would win
Funny how fate initiates a call
Sneaking in the blindside when hearts start to fall
I’m scoring the edge, taking the line
I thought more than once, “Well this one looks fine”
Alas, not the one but check out his smile
He’s tall and handsome, you can see him for miles
“Nope! It ain’t him, he don’t fit the puzzle
Nor him, he’s okay, but he’ll need a muzzle”
There’s those with great charm and savoir faire
There’s those who run at the thought of a dare
Then suits, GQ smiles and faster looks
Just another chapter in some dusty old book
They came and departed, not leaving much
An arm ornament here, for others a crutch
Then without a knock., he whispered in
A writer, a friend, this gentle man
Then my heart started, his passions to savor
I knew this man was just the right flavor
With a little of everything I always wanted
Please take it slowly, I’m now a “goner”
Passions unzipped me, my flesh opened up
He settled on in and zipped himself shut
He stays with me always and walks where I tread
He whispers “I love you” deep in my head
He sleeps then he wakens, he works right with me
I’m zipped shut and happy and him…well he’s tree’d

Did You Feel The Rain Today?

The fragrance always stays in the hand that gives the rose…Hadia Beja

Did you feel the rain today?
Falling down your face
Was your heart a pitter patter
As the beat began to race
Was your mind a sea of rolling dreams
Cast in the waves of time
Could you listen to me calling you
In my heart you’re always mine
The air is full of spices
Flowers like sweet jasmine
Fuller lips for sipping
Dripping with sweet passion
If miracles were possible
I’d will you here with me
To climb the highest mountains
Then power play the seas
I know you felt the rain today
Just as I did too
Passions love the drizzle
From eyes of mine to you
Did you feel the rain today?
Falling down your face
Was your heart a pitter patter
As our beats began to race.

A Jeweled Day In Dixie

Here it is a misty morning where Dixie shines through grays
Its like a spring time blossom, not like a cold, damp day
The sun is on the other side just like a bright new smile
Except for cloaks of milky foam t’would be a day so fine
Now and then a sparkle , a string all golden bred
Shoots through like jeweled silk strung out on liquid thread
It rains a mist of silver and when a palm extends
It dresses down the fingers and to the heart it bends
Funny how a day becomes much more for a thought
When beads of fluid love is palmed , caressed, absorbed and caught
Weekend days in Dixie , all warm and not forgotten
Another memory stays with me.. steeped in gentle cotton
Dressed in kind with softness right against the flesh
Emotionally enamored by days that seem to mesh
The likeness of yesterday, the dejavu of bliss
I love the dreary days like this and all the times I missed
Wallowing indoors, rummaging through things
Opening the rusted tears and wakening old dreams.

White Kisses and a Cook Caress

The storm came from the northwest
It blew in with a front
It captured me as I drove
I caught most of the brunt
The sleet it came around Macon
It caused my eyes to laugh
I couldn’t quite grasp the scene
I dropped the wheel to clap
My word what a phenomenon
I thought for just a while
When it continued to come down
I smiled and smiled and smiled
It followed me to Statesboro
And then the ground was white
Just like a dust of talcum powder
Upon the ground tonight
I made it to Savannah
What joy to see the homes
With snow that formed in minutes
I stopped my chance to roam
I sat real still in silence
I rubbed my eyes for truth
Depth to all that happened here
From skies turned gray from blue
The squares were wet and frosted
Like a fancy southern treat
My Gosh it snowed in Dixie
Like a powdered sugar treat
I started back up again
Then drove out to the marsh
It seemed just like a blizzard then
The chill was more than harsh
It was a sight worth grasping
My memory was cheered
I caught a frame of heaven then
I even choked a tear
The vastness of the reeds and creeks
Was being stroked with white
The Master here was painting
Oh what Holy sight
Tis said He and our Mother
The woman of all strength
It was her prerogative
To show her strength at length
What a grand treasure then
My eyes with creatures gawked
When wings of a mystery
Came the flash of a Red Trailed Hawk
They was creating contrast
With red feathers as her brush
The sable of this Goddess
In silent winter’s …hush
Silence is respected now
As dappled white creeks drift
The Mother signed her canvas
With a flourish Red Tailed gift
Again I have a front row seat
The pleasure of a chance
To watch agog at a power play
When magic came to dance
With phosphorous of a winded kiss
They came blowing from the west
To give a difference to the south
With white kisses and cool caress.

Tell Me a Story and Don’t Make a Sound

In my mind, where treasures are private
I find you there exploring the space
Orating the moon and stars
Seeking my cheek with fingers that trace
Innocent beating so quiet, rebounds
Caressing my hair as your fingers embrace
Don’t make a sound…don’t make a sound

The heart that is filling
The power that grips
Embracing the evening
Mine dares to skip
Innocent beating in hushed…rebounds
Don’t make a sound, don’t make a sound.

Did you feel me tremble
As eager words slipped
When slowly we strolled
When hips were to hips
Embraced by a chance in the cold night air
Snuggle me closer and please dare to dare.

I’ll sit at your feet and kiss every word
Embrace your need with curve upon curve
Succumb to your wishes
As our moans rebound
Then don’t make a sound,
Please, don’t make a sound.

Tell me a story about the moon
Take me to Venus while I swoon
Let’s ride the comets and chase our own space
Brush away phosphorous from my face
Swing on a dare as Novas rebound
Shhhhh, don’t make a sound
Don’t make a sound!

I’ve Got Your Memory

Dreams can become a mode of travel when the weather, seasons and wishes take
you to paradise. Then, for a while, anything is possible.

Here I am awaiting
The first cold and windy storm
The one that makes you snuggle
Deep in comfort’s arms
Cinnamon of a candle
Once the lights go out
Downy, feathered snuggles
Keeping chillbumps down
Breathing nice and easy
Tracing tiny freckles
Kissing builds to flaming
Sips to make me giggle
Just when the rain’s beginning
Marching out the window
Tapping with a cadence
In sequence with our rhythm
Dreaming in angora
Deep eyes of baby blue
“I’ve got your memory
While she’s got you.”

Dance of Dimensions

Can I have this dance…
Even if it is infinite
I’ve quested for this heart of hearts
I hear yours’ beat this minute
I understand the fear inside
The depth of your apprehension
What if I said that yours my dear
Has beat through all dimensions
Then if I add that you have lived
Far back…way back in time
Would you think of me a derelict Muse
Just getting words to rhyme
I sense in you this beat so grand
That every move is similar
To the Danube danced in yesterday
Does this seem at all familiar
Can you give me just this memory
Again to hold you close
Listen to your heart near mine
Then have another toast
Lets flow out to the landing
Take in sweet blooming Jasmine
Raise a kiss to yesteryear
Then recall our old imaginings
Let’s waltz into tomorrow
With spirits held so tight
Then when you feel as I do
And if it feels all right
Infinity will open up
The prospects of this chance
Then you will be completed
With this never-ending dance
I’ve missed you for a lifetime
As I flow into your soul
Then tender stars ignite and burn
As steeples start to toll
Will you take up all my dances
And never leave my side
As daydreams blend to night bliss
Can we share the evening tide
The ones that are familiar
From ages long ago
When the waltz of all our dances
Brought together two old souls
You see you are forever love
You’ve sensed it all along
Your chills are merely welcoming
This waltz that does belong
Will you let me hold you closer now
As the music starts
For quests are soon a memory
When two souls share one heart.

A Safe Place

It’s been a very long time carrying this inside
Long years of comfort tinged with confusion is settled
The absolute security of having a full shine is more direct today
Inside … there is a haven where you dwell

My safe place

Here where we never guess
Where there is no judgment
No one enters and chaos is never allowed
Not where the spirit of this lover and the soul of her heart reigns
Where we always begin to shine and never pale
In here… in this white hot core …

This haven

We have our dreams… our way

Infinity seems real
There are no doubts nor repenting and regrets
Here we have taller years
We make better use of time
Our thoughts have credence
Being accountable to one another is …
Most important
Ethics is more than a word
Here we admit to immortality
We live and hold to every morsel that’s positive

Time is tasted

Here values are treasured
Our sorrows are outlived
Tender caresses of faith … shine
In this haven…our safe place.

Metal to Stone

“By contrast…Lo!
The Flint to Steel
By spark to flame
Their thoughts reveal
That He the Metal
She the Stone
Had cherished secretly
Alone.”

In awed respect
Flickered a flame
In thoughts for capture
None to blame
For in their spirit’s
Restless flight
Their flame grew on
Brighter…Bright

The nights were tasted
Theirs to own
As daylight fades
It’s shadowed form
They stole another
Blissful eve
Because they chose
To believe.

As metal drapes
Itself to stone
In ecstasy
They’re not alone
For lovers … friends
Eternal plight
Is live by days
To love for nights.

With purloined rhythm
Hearts beat close
They loved till dawn
As sun arose
Flint to Steel
Their Metal honed
Content once more…for days alone

Fields of Yesterday

I ache for quiet comfort in the fields of yesterday
I tense up at the terror times where once I made my bed
I see the happy witness to a world making it’s way
Yet the truth be told it wasn’t as bad as the memory here today
We tend to back paddle the past with an ache for twice the emotion
Twice the pain, twice the love and twice wicked devotion
We miss the little details each day along the way
That made our hopes and our fears what we are today.

A Dixie Waltz

This was first published in the Anthology of World Poetry

She recalls the silly, insidious jerk
The nuance of pleasure of a mysterious quirk
From eyes that penetrate from across the room
Smiles half-mooned with a passionate zoom
Hair all a mess with blonde springing curls
Draping around eyes of this sensitive girl
Pulled to the sight of a man in a shadow
All trussed in a ponytail, his mane in an ebb flow
Looks like a wolf…perish the thought
“Me, am I Goldilocks?” Dressed out and fraught!
Knees shake to rattle…tremors to nerves
Eyes bold and frightened…dancing on curves
Hands reach…extend…floating the swirl
Taffeta cinched on the bust of this girl
Presenting the orbs of porcelain globes
Seduced eyes of shadows beginning their probe
Floats of two bodies graceful through crowds
Clutching hands weaving as forms take a bow
This beauty to all and stranger to some
Take up this waltz as rumors from tongues
Chatter the beat as pulses festoon
The character of dance and this free flowing room
These two ever friends swirl smiles with their feet
Swinging and turning to a waltz made of heat
Stars seem to drift on fragrant bouquets
For dances with Belles and Rebels with ways
The hoop skirts of lace and taffeta bows
Jasmine in hair that gently repose
The gray of a uniform worn by this Johnny
The eyes of his lady…his bonnie blue Bonnie
He takes in her smile…her nose like a pixie
The waltzes of yesterday…bygones of Dixie

Dixie Christmas

’Twas the eve down in Georgia …magnolias complete
When the cadence of reindeer with padded hoof beats
Came trotting over steeples brushing the spires
To harken old hearts and put out old fires
Replenish the joys of rebels with souls
Restore faith for kids with wishes to hold
There was double wide homes with metal roofs
Plantations so old with their history
aloof
The homes on the marshes with piers out to heck
Then those of the cabins with red wooden decks
All for the hoof beats so sturdy this year
To hold the big Redman and his redneck reindeer
He came all a’ laden with dump trucks and go-carts
The kind with a horn and a zillion small parts
New reel for Big Daddy and the George Forman fryer
Tammy Fay lashes and the Ronco hair dryers
It’s pleasures for “the Woman” like a new set of nails
It’s waxes for surfboards and new canvas sails
The bogging machines with “mutha’s of thunder”
Koalas for newbies from the land way down under
Its jasmine and cranberries, pumpkin and egg nog
Its helmets “shoot fire” for that old Harley Hog
Hoof beats a ring’n with bells all a jolly
Then yelps from the thorns in butts from the holly
Santa so red faced and all full of cheer
His six-pack of Miller with his red neck reindeer
They ride low sometimes to cover more ground
And most of the time they don’t make a sound
Big bubba Santa ..a chaw in each cheek
“Junior” the elf… well he just can’t be beat
His gig is this Christmas with little pay
He subs in off-season on St. Patrick’s’ Day
He’s knee high and green with ears out to here
He chews and he races at Darlington next year
He’s proud and like Santa, ain’t no other like it
Christmas is Dixie Sleighing or bike’n
Us folks down south… well… we’re all just rotten
Know what they say? We’re step’n in High Cotton
That means for you yankees of Northern Aggression
You listen on up…. we have a confession
Christmas in Dixie ain’t Broadway in lights
It’s down home cook’n and families “real tight”
It’s warmth that is different and tradition on labels
Like Chatham Artillery Punch for our table
Like re-enactments at forts and mist from the canons
Like hoop skirted ladies… banana curls dangling
The men all dressed out in contradicted norm
Those all in gray in their Reb uniforms
Its pride in the south there ain’t nothin like it
So get here real quick, fly’n or bike’n
You guys up north… You’re the last ones to know
Santa’s a Rebel and he don’t like the snow
His preference is eating with folks full of cheer
He’s one of us and so is his deer
We share him each time this season comes round
He likes his direction all southern bound
We loan him to you guys …he’s always “on call”
It’s jolly Reb Santa… Merry Christmas to y’all