secrets of the moon

the night draws its own
delicate calligraphy on velvet sky

the flock of birds follow the invisible
lines, bows and arcs 

i roll over the letters
wafer thin as fading leaves & catch

the breeze of winter ice & maple trees-
what is hollowed, whitened out blank page

expands and surges out with fullness-
though i try, i can never grasp 

the moment's infiniteness 
the perfect arrangement of words

and that may be a good thing  
lost in mystery 

you rub stardust on my palms
and whisper your secrets 
                                        to the moon



Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - "Secrets" Poetics hosted by Merril D. Smith.   Join us when the pub doors open by 3pm EST.

melting snowflakes

Winter turns me into a grouch
Keeping words & sweets to myself

I scribble quickly on used paper
As if each letter holds a secret 🔑

The garden outside is a dull statue
As if a thief has stolen all the blooms

As if a baker has thrown all the flour
On table, forgetting measuring cups & left

In a huff, leaving the nuts
to squirrels and nothing for the birds 🐦

Not even his secrets
Was it fresh cinnamon stick or extra lemon 

Zest & twist
That made these sweets tinglinG butterY 

Warm on my hands... 
Melting snowflakes, drawing  😁   😉   😤    😍    💗    💋




Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Hosted by Amaya on the theme of Secret Ingredient (examples are food or poetry form).   Please join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.

Ten secrets

I.       You fold me

         in secret places

         with your words 

II.      I am burning red

         among yellowing leaves

         tempting- 

         an apple

         made lusciously ripe

         by your secret thoughts

        

III.     The tongue itches

         prickling under thorns 

         as marauding bees descend 

         You regurgitate         

         spilling the secrets of seeds 

IV.    The taste of spice  

        of a stolen afternoon

        The music that springs

        By the strum of your hands         

        My love, the secrets we serenade to              

  

V.     The starlings weave

        a million of them over the lake

        a dance

        to a music

        only the wind secretly plays 

VI.    This bleeds

         inside, gaping blue despite

         your attempts to stitch it close

         Teeth, elbows, claws

         This secret lives 

VII.    Your heartbeat is my music 

         Opening me to secrets 

         of sky and faithful earth

VIII.    Kiss by kiss 

          You unwrap me

          As blackbirds flew

          Under secretive eye of the moon  

IX.     You sugarcoat it

         With cinnamon & vanilla 

         Richly layered with strawberries 

         Still the stink of your dark

         secret haunts

         you

X.      I paint my secrets

         with autumn jewelled hues

         and seal them with beeswax-

         Death, pry them loose from my stiff hands

         and throw them to the river gorge

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - OpenlinkNight hosted by Gayle ~  Written in the style of Wallace Steven's poem:   Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird

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