own

whoever can speak 

without
disturbing the peace 
whoever can walk
without
stirring the past 
whoever can listen
without
divining wisdom
whoever can love
without
embracing scars
whoever can think
without
considering the future
cannot ever truly 
entirely
be
Rene ~ July 2013
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whirlwind

Waking, Walking, Singing, in the Next Dimension? 1979 by Morris Graves
via Magpie Tales

your road hugged

the shoulders of your
dreams and visions

you sailed along
wings silently gliding down
the nature of things
when you woke
you were hatched
blind and flightless
your senses twisted
tested, resisted.
then trusted
your path cleared
to mingle with limitless skies
free as a bird

Rene ~ June 2, 2013
For Randy Pierce and The Mighty Quinn

atoll

Meal Beach, Burra Isles, Shetland by Robin Gosnall 

you
are the morning sun on my neck
and the moon
over my shoulder

am
i the maddest hot magician
of your rogue
imagination

you
are my true astrological
high and the
puller of my tides

i
ride the waves of your affection
balancing
physics and nature

you
are an unfinished blood sonnet
a night song
a prophet of rhyme

i
run without stopping to breathe in
catching you
as you turn away

you
remind me with the truest eye
such great love
is not a given

i
stand tall in the force of your truth
kiss your head
and leave you to go

Rene ~ March 10, 2013

For Magpie Tales, 100 Word Song and d’Verse Poets

The 100 Word Song prompt is “Better Dig Two” by The Band Perry
and is my d’Verse Poetics: InterActions song choice

the dresser

Venus de Milo with Drawers, Salvador Dali, 1936

i’m the keeper
of your
trinkets
your dirty little
secrets
your moustache
wax
your un-pressed
slacks
just bring it
here now
all your
holy psycho
laundry

i’m the honey
in your
locket
the hamper
for your
pocket
bureau
of your
shame
strongbox
for your
flame
yeah babe
come on
stuff all that wicked love
into me

call me Aphrodite
or Venus more politely
a cocoon
for your treasures
chiffonier
of your pleasures
fill me up rightly
with cocktail
stirrer charm nightly
i laugh when you tickle me
i call you
daddy

i’m your
lover
your
junk drawer
your
doctor
your
drunk whore
your
casket of faces
your
keepsake oasis
go ‘head
and file me
someplace where
you’ll find me
i’ll be ready
and waiting
for the turn
of your key

Rene ~ February 24, 2013
For Magpie Tales

the waiter

the way you
stir your coffee
makes the blood rush from
my head
the come hither
twirl
of that fortunate spoon
and
I’m bringing
breakfast
to
your bed

red lipstick
caffeine kisses
your heart jumps, so quick
the hit
my kingdom
resides
on the rim of your world
and
I’m waiting
captive
to
your sip

Rene ~ February 10, 2013

 

For Magpie Tales
Image by Joseph Lorusso

memories of a young poet

“November Lace” ~ Photo by Rene



marble notebook in hand
she slipped away 

from the fray
unnoticed
up
to her childhood room
through
the bedroom window
and onto the rooftop poetic:

” she sat 
arms hugging knees
surveying life,
the leafless trees
spindly branches claw the sky
scratching for sun,
to heaven they cry
psalms of wisdom,
strength and grace
woven in November lace”
 
the air felt good
against her flushed cheeks
a beautiful sunset
was now in progress
she was thankful for this
she was thankful
for finding her peace
she belonged
right here,
right now
to this moment


Excerpted from “November Lace” by Rene
Rene ~ February 9, 2013

For d’Verse Poetics “Meeting The Bar-Mining The Memory”