All posts by Diana

A little here a little there, with at least one foot firmly placed. Otherwise my motorcycle might tip, tight? Finding my mid age art groove thing in the blogosphere. Poems, photography and more. Grateful for every second of my existence; of the journey. Seeking tranquility and connection with the tender souls of the world.

Mortal

before you break

will there be a sound of

ice crack

a forewarning, frail fissuring

like the sonorous peals

of the frozen rivers of spring

startling the industry

of nest builders

to open mouths

of tumbling twigs

.

and when I bleed

shall it be the slow seep

brown

from leaf detritus

autumn pavement stains

individual patterns indiscernible

washed to gutters

of memory

.

every season shall have

its sensations

the crack, rot and seep

we mortals parallel

Slither

there is a snake in the grass

curled calm in scaled flair

trespass not for torpor taints

this sallow serpent’s lair

peerless peccadillo

her fangs are burnished;

bare

.

convoluting coils of stillness

a flick of forked tongue

tread lightly heedless pilgrim

lest her venom freely run

retreat to shadowed sanctum

for she seeketh

only sun..

The Science of Love

chemicals conspire in creeping caustic crawl

voluminous veins decry the seratonin withdrawal

such is the chemistry of love

.

dopamine, incendiary infiltrate

under weight of sighs shall consummate

the inexplicable science of love

.

yet beyond these clusters of chemistry

the flounce of frivolous formulae

wrenched from abstinence

an improbable covalence

are

we

Aloft

unforeseen and out of character

when you released me

i soared high; i spun

shimmer saunter, aloft

taunting tassels at the sun

.

rainbow shadow skipping over ground

chase it, heed the fluttering sound

rich reveries release

and a polish on palm remained

friction fused memories

a scar there ingrained

plastic tattered trailing

crucified on splintering frame

to soar and dip

in giddy refrain

.

predisposed to lure of flight

spiral of slackening string

i am a kite

Splintered

with spindles bosky and silhouette

we perforate the sky, such brittle regret

yet once we stood crookedly proud

resplendent with leaf

so elegantly bowed

.

do you recall when our roots first touched?

you shivered

sending squirrel from covert lair

wooden glances; your arborous armour

barked “beware”

yet I advanced with patient seasons at my side

supporting nest of solitary wren

a foliage crested bride

Sweet interlude

how treasured the luscious mango

full lips seek only the sweetest flesh

in strands of sun drenched gold

pull from stone; slip and hold

eyes laugh, I behold

the succulence of you

in your scented,ripened lair

but ...shall you share?

.

juice runs down the chin

glance invites a nectarous sin

papaya proclaims

it’s time to begin

.

tauntingly, we hesitate

transfixed as

fruit flies congregate

their syrup souls to immolate

A Moment

we hear what we we choose to hear

staccato of ponderous piccolo

amidst the woodwind flurry

or tense tympanic tantrum

to harmonize uneasy worry

.

we feel what we want to feel

clutch at a single stem

to let the thorns bury deep

why not instead the petals

velvet soft in palm to keep?

.

we dream what we want to dream

that even the barren meadow

basks full

so full of sunshine