Blue Clouds (Tanka) – Poem 22/24
Storm that rumbles loud
Waves that fall on rocks beneath
Tears that stain the sand
Blue clouds that keep on coming
To break and shatter my dreams
Antoinette LeRoux © 2016
Images courtesy of Google Images
dear me #21
dear me
dear patience
I apologize for not writing sooner
though I have little time for you
dear misunderstanding
I haven’t heard from you lately
you’ve probably forgotten all about me
dear hope
I am not applying for that job
because I will never get it
dear death
I doubt you will ever show up
it appears your attentions are elsewhere
Make Love to…. (pG-13)
Make. Love. To.
Me.
The kind of love
That makes me
Take notes, sift
Though the creative
Files of my brain
As you stimulate
My intellectual mind
Words arresting me
Holding my responses
Hostage in the room
Of interrogation
Four scores
Of foreplay
From a fluent tongue
How your noun and
Verb agreement tickle
Me, causing me to
Shift nervously in my
Seat, each thought
More profound than
The one before
Entering the stratosphere
Of genius and galloping
Into the hallway of
My left and right
Hemispheres knocking
On all the doors
Come in
Take your shoes off
And get comfortable
Your eyes penetrate
Me, roaming the
Terrain taking in
The pools of my honey
Whiskey that sparkle
In the sun
Digging deeper into
Me your eyes say things
Words can never convey
Not seeing through me
But seeing through to me
The deeper me
Intoxicated with your stares
Stroke after stroke after stroke
Of my hair, as you massage
Me into a coma
Wanted and inviting
Your hands are sorcery
Gifted to you by a
Woman who knew she’d
Found love
You add enough friction
To my scalp
And integrate words to
Take me to a place
That doesn’t exist
Altogether lovely
Totally out of this world
Resuscitate this lifeless
Body, breathe new life
Into it 2 breaths, so
Minty fresh and 50
Compressions later
Leaves me gasping
For air and confessing
Grasping for straws and
Eager for the next lesson
Make love to me
The me you can’t
Physically reach
Limitations we won’t
Ever teach each other
just try it
Bourbon and cobbler
Warm and flaky
Sweet Georgia peach
Smothered
There is a level of
Intimacy both deep
As it is wide.
The heightened level
Of knowing that,
Stands alone
Tests the waters
Walks on them
And then testifies
Make love to….
Me.
Fj original 2016
hour twenty two
“Blue Clouds”
looking at myself
just like Narcissus
in the pond
I notice
blue clouds
flowing past me
i raise my eyes
and get lost
out of the blue
Grace
The number five represents grace,
that I have looked in the face and saw me
as I should be, not as I am.
I looked in the face and saw me…
and didn’t turn away this time,
because you were looking too.
I didn’t turn away this time,
because you were looking past my past
and looking to who I would be.
You were looking past my past
and you let me see a glimpse of the real me
not the abused, lost, broken me.
You let me see a glimpse of the real me,
and I didn’t turn away this time.
That is grace. That is grace.
hour twenty-one
Dear fellow travellers,
I see clouds
as solid
and fluffy
I sometimes think
we could come to
rest on them
lie down
and take a nap
i sleep during the flight
because of this
Aorta #15
BEEP……BEEP…..BEEP…..BEEP
My cardiac muscles
Pump in and pump out
Squeezing blood through
My veins, my arteries
And then little down the line, my capillaries.
Breathe in. Breathe out.
That’s what they tell me.
Poking scalpels and doing a by-pass
That’s the only way I’ll survive they urge.
So down goes the anesthetic.
BEEP………BEEP……….BEEP
Knocked out unconscious
Nerve signals blocked
Swimming in thick deep water
Water like porridge or honey
Murkiness.
BEEP…………BEEP
Heart rate slowed down.
Haziness.
Should have studied Biology.
Painkillers?
Injections?
How am I able to think?
BEEP………………………
Nocturnal
I’m not nocturnal, I’m just very sleepy,
If I don’t get some sleep real soon, I might get very weepy.
I can’t sleep all day and stay awake all night,
Its just not my pattern of sleep or my fight.
I try but I just get grumpy and groggy,
I can’t get past the dreams with the froggy.
I hope I can stay awake and make this come true, but nocturnal I’m not and I’m feeling boohoo.
Hour 23 – Prompt 23 – Place – The canteen
I am the most happening spot at any workplace
My chairs are beautifully set before office hours
People visit me for their routine tea or coffee
They sit together and discuss things as they sip
They may leave a stain on my table or keep the chair askew
Immediately, I am readied to look the best, for my next visitor
During lunch, I hear the pull of chairs and chaos of voices
The decibels of sound tests the strength of my ears and walls
The aroma of different flavours spread across the room
To subside the pangs of hunger is what every being works for
I have limited chairs and tables, so people wait in a queue
I hear their sigh of relief as they grab a table and chair
You can bring your own food or get some snacks off the counter
I hear personal, local, and world news from the endless chatter
Like the wet seashore after the ebb of high tides die down
I relax and get cleaned after the lunch crowd gets back to work
7 DAYS of MAGIC with You (24/7, 365)
Meet me in the hallway
Open the door to my complicated
Neglect it, no, protect it
Dance in the bare soul steps
Always okay with the pace
Yearning to go a step further, together
Tempt me to trust you
Understanding begets unification
Engaging our hearts to taste
Serenade the in between of my
Disappointment until my diss has a standing
Appointment with your deliciousness
Yield to the good and the plenty
Whisk up the compromise
Ending any argument with rekindling
Dripping with aggressive behavior
Not the combative kind, the make-moves kind
Enter my confusion each time it presents itself
Stay long enough to right every wrong
Didn’t even create them, but kind enough to right them
And you do it because you love my imperfections
You know the feeling is mutually exclusive
Touch my mediocrity
Heal my wounded spirit,
Undo my stifling guilt,
Ride the waves of trepidation
Stand in the rain of my pain
Date my hang ups, until they hang up
Activate my whole self to love your whole self
Yesterday, today and a forever of tomorrows
Feel the future, brightly shining
Reminiscent of sunsets that never set
Impaired vision fixer
Daydream and goal chaser elixir
Archived in the records of love’s vinyl
Yet in heavy rotation on the airwaves
Speak in a lover’s tongue
Anoint my hard head with a forgiving oil
Taint my misplaced expectations with your truth
Until your truth is easily my own
Renditions of a masterpiece unfolding
Deals made in the dark,
Appear to manifest in the dark
You aren’t afraid of what’s under my bed
Stay here in this space with me
Until the very last breath has been expelled
Never let go of the promise you made
Don’t dare give in to temptations
Alas I will ride this thing out with
You, and give you the offerings of me, unconditionally
7 DAYS of MAGIC with You (24/7, 365)