Shamanfox

A man learns to love, again. -“Him”

Thu, 23 May 2013 14:22:56 -0600

A man learns to love, again.

-“Him”

I will not fall, I’ll fly!

Thu, 23 May 2013 14:03:33 -0600

I will not fall, I’ll fly!

I love it, when he smiles.

Thu, 23 May 2013 13:53:39 -0600

I love it, when he smiles.

It’s Springtime, and I am twitterpated!

Thu, 23 May 2013 10:56:20 -0600

It’s Springtime, and I am twitterpated!

Love can be a little distracting.

Thu, 23 May 2013 10:35:57 -0600

Love can be a little distracting.

Kiss

Thu, 23 May 2013 09:31:00 -0600

He said to her

“I miss kissing”

by the grace

of time and space

she had a future

memory in which

she knew (what

it was he missed)

The breath warm

circulating

timelessness~

entire cosmos

(could have been )

created in that

moment, just before

their lips met.

She

tastes two decades

of silent compromise,

and yearning.

She wanted to

tell him “You miss love.”

not too say that love

was not streaming sunshine

at his front door,

only to note that

the love slept there

a lost puppy

who chained himself

to responsibility

wearing a shock collar

smile, pretending

that everything was

white picket fences.

She presses the phone

closer to her ear, as her

lips softly touch the

missing pieces filtered

through the miles.

She wants to say

“I love you” only

she (thinks) that such

talk (may be) crazy, between

hidden soul mates.

She passionately writes poetry upon the lines of his lips, tear stained hunger sealed verse, by...

Thu, 23 May 2013 08:54:00 -0600

She passionately

writes poetry

upon the lines

of his lips, tear

stained hunger

sealed verse, by verse.

GPOYW

Wed, 22 May 2013 16:42:55 -0600

GPOYW

Poetry taste like cotton candy wine.

Wed, 22 May 2013 11:53:00 -0600

Poetry taste like cotton candy wine.

He still breathes, within my heart.

Wed, 22 May 2013 11:48:00 -0600

He still breathes, within my heart.

Love one another, and love yourself

Wed, 22 May 2013 11:46:00 -0600

Love one another, and love yourself

I am in love, with love. #6 word story

Wed, 22 May 2013 11:42:00 -0600

I am in love, with love.

#6 word story

So I was on my blog this morning, checking out some previous...

Wed, 22 May 2013 09:53:43 -0600

So I was on my blog this morning, checking out some previous posts, and noticed I had a few features! I am very grateful to be noticed. Many thanks to the Editors for their time. xo Nicole

If I could write love into a poem, my days of writing would end. For the definition in its...

Wed, 22 May 2013 07:12:49 -0600

If I could write love into
a poem, my days of writing
would end. For the definition
in its simplicity exceeds
the barrier of language
in thought, and feeling.

I search the jungle of the universe and love endangered species.

Tue, 21 May 2013 20:41:21 -0600

I search the jungle of
the universe and love
endangered species.

earth-song: “Wild FOX” by Milan Krasula

Tue, 21 May 2013 19:30:25 -0600

earth-song:

“Wild FOX” by Milan Krasula

Daydream

Tue, 21 May 2013 19:19:00 -0600

I was drifting my way in and out of a daydream.

Where the back ground has the melody of

love songs, distant fragrant as gardenias white

upon the (somehow waterless) clouds. I imagine

from the theatre that burns like fire in my heart

an illustration in a story, of this man I feel I have

always known. I must know him in places just

outside, this realm. That there before my

blind eyes, is a doorway, that would bring

me to another life, where He and I are, as

though we always were. Yet, somehow when

we met here, that connection, that veil

seems So Much Closer. I look out into

my driveway, and I lose my place in current

Now, and see him as though he has returned

from a day at work. Seeing this dances me

into a routine, familiar as the fireplace,

late night television, dinners, thunderstorms,

cold mornings on cotton sheets and the

hot coffee of Home. I know his face, and

have memorized the slightest expression

that indicates the novel of dramas, suspense,

comedy, thriller, and romance. (I am still

a hidden aspirant of romance) I know

the way this man kisses, from the simple

treat of sweetness to the nights of passion.

Could it be the wiles of poetic imagination?

I say there are roads endless and that our

conversations extend beyond this space,

time, distance and complications. Yet

the curiosity of this seemingly knowing

has consumed me today, where I was

drifting my way in and out of a daydream.

There is a crack in everything in which the light of hopes and dreams finds a way to flood your...

Tue, 21 May 2013 19:02:11 -0600

There is a crack in everything

in which the light of hopes and

dreams finds a way to flood

your life, with its song.

And if it should come

when the world of darkness

has become the cloak

of comfort knowing.

Will it awaken your heart

with the sadness of

realization, that something-

Something, has been missing.

That all the minutes, hours,

weeks, months- years

were dust now blowing away

from the golden road of truth.

That every chapter of your

book of life, was flowing in

some sort of consistency

in challenges that were

repetitiously mundane.

What then, when the

next chapter of life

seems suddenly blank

and elusive as the missing

pen. In that stale-mate

the question penetrates

into your soul, until you

finally ask the one question

you have been avoiding

all through time, “Have I

been writing this story

all along?”

http://hdhpoetry.tumblr.com Astounding.

Tue, 21 May 2013 13:01:57 -0600

http://hdhpoetry.tumblr.com

Astounding.

Look within and see The inspiration of your just being, is …POETIC

Tue, 21 May 2013 12:37:53 -0600

Look within and see
The inspiration of
your just being, is
…POETIC