Senryu Treasuring these times The stolen moments alone Our closeness excites Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
Source: Daily Haiku – Sat. March 21, 2020 – Poetry For Healing
Senryu Treasuring these times The stolen moments alone Our closeness excites Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
Source: Daily Haiku – Sat. March 21, 2020 – Poetry For Healing
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Source: heart & soul – Chris Mc Geown
Surrender your inhibitions
to me
Accept the comfort
of my body
against yours
Feel the stirring flames
daring to flare
Let me show you
how to burn in sin
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©MidwestFantasy
March 2020
He touches me like a memory and a promise 《Alice K.》
Source: Felt – PoetErotic
No one could give better instructions than Wendy DeGroat does in this poem. Her chapbook Beautiful Machinery was published last year. You can read more about Wendy here.
After the burning’s done, pour
what’s left in a Mason jar—nothing new,
but one washed clean of applesauce or pickled beets,
the clear kind that kids keep fireflies inside.
Let my cinders rest there
like sand art in jelly jars carried home from the fair.
If the small or gray of me unsettles you,
pin flannel or fleece around the glass,
leaving a gap, thumb-wide, under the rim, enough
to let sun and moonlight in. Store me beside the poetry.
When it feels right, talk to me, sing, or sit by quietly.
For a wheel of seasons, take me down. Hold me open—
to campfires, fallen leaves, a lilac’s laden bough.
Press me deep in moss and snow.
When my birthday…
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It takes sadness to know what happiness is.
Noise to appreciate silence,
And absence to value presence.
It takes darkness to see the stars.
A downpour to see a rainbow,
And pain to finally see the light. ❤️
Gabeba Baderoon is a South African poet who teaches at Penn State in Women’s Studies and African Studies. I love to go to her readings. They are always evenings of insight and passion. This poem is from her newest book of poetry. You can learn more about Gabeba through this great article about her.
On my desk is a photograph of you
taken by the woman who loved you then.
In some photos her shadow falls
in the foreground. In this one,
her body is not that far from yours.
Did you hold your head that way
because she loved it?
She is not invisible, not
my enemy, nor even the past.
I think I love the things she loved.
Of all your old photographs, I wanted
this one for its becoming. I think
you were starting to turn your head a little,
your eyes looking…
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A Sharpie in hand, writing words against bare skin branding with a kiss 《alice k.》
Source: Marked – PoetErotic