poems – MindWraith

Part your lips.

The floodgates are open run your cords raw shatter the decaying constructs of rotting scaffoldings preserved barely on pickled tongues. Part your lips let Spring come through speak your truth live your truth let the warm blood coursing through you resonate with your wildest ridiculous dream love impossibly laugh infectiously It is truly a privilegeContinue reading “Part your lips.”

Lets you dream.

Poetry sunset horizon with the sky painted blue, orange and yellow.

There is something about a blank canvas, a blank paper, a lump of clay far horizons that draws you lets you dream. To focus and pour your entire being— onto a dot, a letter, a dimple on a clod of clay, a swirl of a color, a music note across the waters, or a risingContinue reading “Lets you dream.”

Dance a ring!

Poetry a field of tall wheat stalks against a sunset

These fields were meant to be walked the tall stalks to be brushed against the sighs of unfurling flowers caressed the roaring winds deafening, the peals of the stars tinkling into twilight gazed upon, the drumbeats of rolling clouds to beat with, the dance of the deep trees in creaky waves erupting from the HeartContinue reading “Dance a ring!”

A never-ending read.

Poetry A shower of orange crisp autumn leaves falling in a blurred backdrop of trees

To read everything there is to read— The swell of your cheeks in a hidden smile. Your words tumbling over my tongue tasting more than you reveal. The subtle movement of your brows. What the hem of your dress whispers in your wake. What a falling leaf spinning dizzy unto the Earth says. What theContinue reading “A never-ending read.”

Intoxicated in warmth.

Poetry a cluster of houses lit in gold nestled within snowy mountains in the night sky

My eyes look for intimacy a yearning for a soft touch an answer to my eyes’ imploring gaze searching for the warmth beckoning like a window lit in gold against the night curtains fluttering ..calling me calling me.. towards an undying hearth where I can be intoxicated in warmth. ***

Till it’s breathing your breath.

Poetry a sparrow sitting on a branch all in an earthy brown color

Sing! Sing away like a bird that cares not who hears her tunes, or if it is the deep Silence she is surrounded by. Unheeding to a passerby’s curses she sings just as the trees keep swaying the waves keep whooshing the stars keep chiming. The incessant chorusof cicadas in the night as the worldContinue reading “Till it’s breathing your breath.”

A longing in the waters

Poetry A small island on far right side in a backdrop of sky clouded with thick shafts of light streaming down and the waters reflecting the sky clear

All the colors lights and sounds. The abundance in the world. The exuberance of nature in the endless galaxies Stars People in all shades of mud. Trees heavy, laden with fruits drooping for a kiss. More than we could ever need. Wild animals! Flowers scenting the air in plethora of aromas And don’t forget, underContinue reading “A longing in the waters”

A blank space.

Poetry old stained papers inked in letters

Watch me lose bits of myself for you.. As I give all that I am for you To be And slowly fade away like letters inked on a piece of paper soaked in tender tears bleeding away a little thinner an outline a barely perceptible shadow And then, only a faint sense of Absence. AContinue reading “A blank space.”

Abyss of Beauty

Poetry a soft pink rose of the heart covered in clear drops of dew

So in love with yourself, you wonder how can you ever get things done. Forever gazing into each other’s endless abyss of beauty. Entranced in deep rapture, each ensnaring the other. In their separation they are truly one and the same, singing melodies heart achingly beautiful, to the brim with soft, thick, sweet syrupy nectarContinue reading “Abyss of Beauty”

Paper thin skin.

Poetry A field of soft white cotton grass in a backdrop of green rolling hills. All kissed in the golden warm sunlight

We want steel cut skin The kind that don’t feel Efficiency above all else Ignore our essence Oh, if we did embrace.. our soft paper thin skin. Our sensitivities.. like puffs of cotton seeds floating with only the softest sigh of warm Spring.. How much more in tune we would be to each other NatureContinue reading “Paper thin skin.”