Man and Woman (Diamante Poem)
Woman
Sweet, seductive
Loving, nurturing, enduring
Complex, sexy, smart, handy
Providing, caring, daring
Masculine, simple
Man
by Ankin
Thanks, Ankin! Below are poems written by
Kathleen, someone who discovered her poetic
voice recently at LVS…
Poetry (Diamante Poem)
Poetry
Reflective, powerful
Moving, releasing, capturing
Honest, heartfelt, treasured, poignant
Alluring, soothing, pleasing
Beautiful, romantic
Music
I Used to…But Now
I used to worry about what was said,
but now I just walk past and raise my head.
I used to ask God to bring you to me,
but now I know it is not to be.
I used to love the moments we spent,
but now I am grateful and reminisce.
I used to cry myself to sleep,
but now I found the strength I need.
I used to love you beyond words,
but now you are no longer the person I fell in love with
and I can only hurt for what you had and lost.
Sadness
The unbearable weight carried by your heart
As the last breath you will ever take,
Flowing tears never knowing an end
Taste of melancholy memories,
Yearning for what was,
Knowing that it will never be.
Dreams
Dreams are the double mirror,
Tickets to our past,
Moments with those forgotten but once loved,
Wishes for a return passage.
A crystal ball to our future,
Hidden desires never admitted,
Hopes which make the heart beat on.
Voluminously graceful,
She whale with calf
Swimming their intent
Almost uniformly
As tails lift and dip, lift and dip,
Teasing the midday-sun’s be speckled watery rays,
Ritually, embrace the ocean blues
©J. E. Kirk 2009?
Hay Season.
Slipping,
Oozing,
Sliding down,
Along,
Beside,
Behind,
Before,
Me.
All around
And
Spilling over
Wondrous mounds time has born.
Gleam patches light,
Framed by deeper, richer hue,
The eye can see,
Summers gift a patchwork image,
In faded yellows framed by greens.
©J. E. C. Kirk 2009?
“The Poet”
I’m the sojourn, leaving the material,
Parting mystic veils shrouding other worlds,
Watching my soul smile the peace I am feeling,
As symbols invite me to birth them as words.
Stars may look pointed the minute I think them,
Then fluff up like Dandelions to suit my desire,
To settle within pastures and tickle the nosey,
Whose lick ripping tongues dribble green oozy slime?
Or, flowers may blossom pink quickly, change swiftly,
To blue, to yellow, could be purple, red or green,
And in a moments desirous lighthearted thinking,
The muse is the tempted and the tempted the muse.
Who shape shifts, as ink drops danced through my fingers,
Those trusty, reliable, wonderful jewels,
Whilst within my being, I am magically drifting,
Sailing, ever so lightly within poetical worlds.
© J. E. Kirk 2009’