What It Feels Like to Fall for a Smile

What It Feels Like to Fall for a Smile

and again
it begins a smile.

those lips
are a slumber sea.

they wake in waves,
swell my breath with
wild hope, and

I am poured
into motion.

 
 
Found poetry from The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, by Percy Bysshe Shelley, Lines 310 through 339

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It’s Those Sounds That Wake the Heart

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It’s Those Sounds That Wake the Heart

The microwave warms yesterday’s coffee,
a swirling hum like singing honey bees,
and I hear him. He’s up. The floorboards
upstairs creak, speak underfoot,

and then the soft scuff of his slippers.
In the hall. In the kitchen.
He makes his way. It is a good morning.
A kiss. A touch. Soft as rain … of us.

Does rain make a sound when it falls?
Can you hear love when you’re caught?

Breakfast’s on the table, I say.
And there’s not a still thought
within my merry glance, here where I
spend my days in his habitable heart.

 

 

 

 

 

For Phoenix Rising “sound of love”

Dad Smelled of Old Spice

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Dad Smelled of Old Spice

And vanilla scented strawberries.
I remember that much. My memories
grimly writhe in ill-fated dusty reams.
Moral twists and a warrant shuffle,
my velveteen trickery and botheration.

Bad choices, bad promises, and those
bad boys. All that shirking and sharking.
There was too much the matter
with that boy, Dad said. The heart of fog
is in the midst of mud. I just shrugged.

There’s a lot I don’t understand….

 

Inspired by text from Bleak House by Charles Dickens