Knees kneel
To hold the weight
Of a soul
Who prays
When she wakes
Balancing light
On clasped fingers
Etching skin in hope
Separating the past
From her home
In a field
Where her wildflowers grow”
We do not kneel because we are weak, we collapse against our strength
“It was if a thousand bees crawled beneath my heart, creating a buzz from the very start. The feel of their wings as they tickled my lungs and breezed by my throat. A tickle, a hum of pure delight… A feeling I felt long into the night. Laying honey in veins, sticky and sweet, coating my heart in the richness of golden promise, allowing love to stick to the untouched places~”
The buzz of bees
Cotton caught on wind
Covering skin
Two palms cup
The Big Dipper
Drinks from within
Swallows constellations
Fire burns behind the eyes
Captured reflections
On dusk intentions
An essence it brings
A mouth full of sunrise
Dawn breaks
The moon dies
To allow the day to breathe
While constellations sleep
Her dreams, she reaps
She carried hope in wicker baskets
Wrapped in burlap bows
Took nothing in thank you’s
Just cared enough to ease your woes
Piping hot bread wrapped in baking paper, strawberries plucked from the wine fields.
Dreams in bags of silver Possibilities held in corked jars
Anything your heart could need
Laid in a wicker basket of bountiful seeds.
Repayment made in the thankful eyes of hungry children
In the hearts of the unloved, now needed
In the smiles of all the faces
Within her travels of all these places.
Twigs bound to flame
Wax to melt the candles
Silver to line the pockets
Watching time on sunrises
Carrying water for the thirsty
In wicker baskets, tied with burlap bows,
from a woman who passed on hope
Lily of the valley
Rest on tongues
Of lovers who become undone
To slip past life
Into catacombs
Of flames extinguished before
Stained lips, poisoned
Mouth full of death
By beauty
Not from petal
But of leaf
Melted in mouths
Parting kisses
Romeo & Juliet
Knew such a fate of love
To beautiful to keep
Drinking potions
To end a life
That never quite
Lived long enough to fight
Knee deep in lilies
That poison tongues
Not in fate
But lovers
Who could not wait”
Romeo and Juliet
Taste like summer rain & poetry 