Dragonflaiku

 

Burning like a leaf,

Kamikaze Dragonfly,

Crackling in my fire.

Feather

A bit of downy feather,

is floating through the air.

It wanders high,

it wanders low,

it drifts from here to there.

 

 

This tiny bit of feather,

was treasured by a duck.

But seasons change,

and feathers fall,

and some have all the luck.

 

This memory of duckness,

is floating in the breeze,

a speck,

a bit of nothing,

that no one ever sees.

 

This lucky tiny feather,

is having quite a time.

It knows the sky,

the trees, the earth,

It falls, then starts to climb.

 

Oh, downy bit of feather,

go on, go fly, be free.

There’s millions of places,

that you should go and see.

Touch

My skin is an ocean,

smooth and quiet,

but in constant peril,

in anticipation of a touch.

 

Your touch creates shockwaves,

that travel across my skin,

waking and exciting,

what was so still.

 

Only you can bring that,

ripple to a roil,

to create a tsunami,

on my skin, in my soul.

Royalty

Tiara on her head,

billowing skirt ’round her ankles,

shiny buckles on her shoes,

and giant gems encrusting,

the necklace circling her neck.

 

Hair brushed and shiny,

piled high on her head,

a soft clean scent wafts around her,

and all who see her,

are awed by her beauty.

 

She prances down the steps,

and climbs into the car,

buckling her booster seat,

so she can be safe,

and heads off for lunch with dad.

Storm

Pounding rain, flashing light,

deafening rumbling in the night.

Icy hail, heavy sky,

rushing rivers, swelling high.

Candles burning in windows dark,

this storm is carving out it’s mark.

Cattic

There is a noise above my head,

as I lay, warm in my bed.

A scratching kind of rustling thump,

a crash, a smash, a giant bump.

What could it be, way up there?

I go to look, taking care,

I grab the attic pull down stair,

and start unfolding, What a scare!

Our cat was trapped in the attic you see,

and now has leaped right onto me!

Sleeping with you

Sleeping with you is second,

only to waking up beside you.

Feeling your warmth at my back,

your arm beneath my head,

your hand on my hip, and your mouth,

resting at the back of my neck.

Knowing, as I lay,

drowsily dreaming, that you’ll be there,

the whole night long,

protecting me, holding me,

and when I fall asleep beside you,

we can dream together.

Finding

Finding who I am these days,

the good and bad, I’m seeking ways,

to teach myself how to behave,

to act in ways that just might save,

my sense of self, and what is right,

to be my best, both day and night.

Verdant

Too much rain,

and just enough sun,

have turned my world into

paradise.

Cloudy skies,

sun peeks through,

illuminating the emerald,

day.

Verdant green,

the grass, the trees,

the trunks are dark and

damp.

I love this world,

this fertile earth,

and it blesses me with all this

green.

Curve

I trace the curve of your hip,

as you face away from me,

you watch the leaves rustle,

through the window,

in the afternoon.

I let my eyes caress you,

the gentle slope that climbs,

and becomes your shoulder,

but was once your neck,

and is made for kissing.

You are amazing,

and made of curves,

created to be consumed,

by my hunger and my need,

again this afternoon.