PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

….and it’s leaving to come home again. Loving like there is no end. Finding mindful ways to say~I SeeYou. Mornings spent with covers tossed over newspapers and grocery costs and things that dwell in strip malls. I Will make the coffee dear, softly whisper in your ear-Good Morning. Your eyes they are a sky to me. Patterns flow by naturally. I tune in. Our page will be the same today and so forthwith without delay come love me. We’ll twist up like the branches do and bend and sway under a Moon whispering Cautions/ laced with Blessings. Never guessing, not comprehending-the miracle. Not so bad a word to use for the perfect equation of human that makes an ‘Us’. Driving in the car that day, Neil Young cutting through  butterflies. I miss your eyes.

Because my dear you are not here- I must have not gone out that year to the Welcome Party. Were you looking for me? I seem to have somehow misplaced the startling haunting dream man. He only comes into the ones filled with slow and languid scenes in fields- kissing just to pass a day and always finding a new way to use a tree-ever so carefully-break away with me, to a place there’d be :the Promise.

A Chance for the bolts and sizzles and seers then slowly through the Autumn years we find a way. We always say- I See You. The Abounding spirit of honesty is the only way to truly find another. The last lover. Because a lock unclicked. Don’t know who had the key. We were just there one day. Singing Bobbie McGee. Under some apple trees. Man I was ticked. He had me licked. I was a goner.

Yet  with reserve and quite sincere he seemed to offer an atmosphere of challenge. Where’s the canvas? When’s the reading? Know your meaning. A quiet sense of certainty rose up and reminded me I was alive. Just been picked like a berry. Dancing slow to no medley. We had some time in the sun but then real life had begun. Oh hello How do you do? Yes I do fancy you, Hey let’s make some plans. Meet eachother’s clans. Take the ride together.

But someone failed to tell me on which ferry you would be. Got on the wrong one. We went in different directions. When I hear those important songs I brace and feel the memory pour over on over. Words they are so very strange and supreme in their power to arrange the lot of us. Make your sentences. Form your syllables. Speak out loudly. Give a “Yawp”.