beneath that faithless sky (repost)

On the night we squeezed hands to say goodbye
the heavens were bruised so deeply
that I thought they wouldn’t heal.
Such a sky I shall never witness again.
The violet whispered of our memories.
The cornflower blue whispered of our sadness.
The indigo whispered of our fears.
The tangerine whispered of our hopes.
The coral whispered of our regrets.
The copper whispered of our pain,
and in those fretful moments before you
flew away into the blinding blackness
the scarlet wept in ecstasy of our love.
Our life, our sweetness, and our hope
do you now walk beneath that faithless sky?
And is there anyone more sorrowful than I?

I have never forgotten how the sky looked as my mother was slipping
away from us.  To witness such brilliance in a time of great loss and sadness
is a gift.  



The Anteater

Oh, how Kundera was right, the unbearable
lightness of being bears down on one like
a granite feather.

Lay me down with your warring waste.
I would purify you.

Knock me out with his demanding fist.
I would spare you.

Burden my ebbing youth with fallen heros.
I would set you free.

Upon daylight’s dais, idle hands and able
bodies know neither ballast nor blood.

Flying Around My Back

A down and out vagrant, silently singing the
blues through scarlet eyes, weeps upon this
lustrous silk lap while we wait for her highness, who
sits on hands dripping with egg yolk.

Painted cheeks and impeccable hair—nothing short of
an illusion.  We perform for them, for you, and for
us, but not for me.

Never for me.

and in the end, we stop

“Goodnight,” he chirped with a swing
of his cane and a tip of his hat.  And at
that moment the sky came crashing
down.  A delicate crown of light
slipped over my head, yet darkness
was all that I knew.  The wind blew
him farther and farther away from me.
Tepid mint tea briefly lingered on my
baffled tongue.  I was young once

Fresh Bread (Love Poetry Challenge)

Here, lies our love.
Long may love reign!
Clear, lies our love,
within love’s stark stain.

There, lies our love.
Don’t ask love why.

Near, lies our love,
in love’s jaunty way.
Dear, lies our love.
Love, can you stay?

Love doesn’t just sit there, like a stone; it has to be made, like bread, remade all the time, made new.
~Ursula K. LeGuin


I was challenged to write a “Love in Ten Lines” poem.  Each line had to be four words long with the word love appearing in each line.  Also, one had to include a favorite quote about love at the end.
This is what I came up with.