Tag: poems

February

Originally written on February 8, 2014

As the brisk cold caressed our faces,
on this slow Sunday on a Saturday
the Universe came to a halt.

I watched through the window,
a statuesque passerby smiling.
The traits of their frozen face,
speaking a language beyond words.

On slow Sundays on a Saturday,
it feels like I’m floating above the world.
Every step feels like I’m on the moon.
Maybe the moon looks down on me,
envious of my lack of gravity.

Slow Sundays on Saturdays,
make the winter nostalgia lessen.
The numbing cold becomes Lavender,
or a rainbow of Spring flowers.
The sound of a jazz piano,
amidst the deafening silence of this day.

Come take a walk with me,
on this slow Sunday on a Saturday.
Watch the world through the eyes of
a minstrel of the moon…

© 2019 Tashi Palmo All Rights Reserved

Anisoptera – For J

Ephemeral emerald iridescence
envelops the fragility of your oblong form
barely seen, a flutter of translucent wings
surrenders your position, caught in a ray of light
enticed by the Succubus, like a moth to a flame

Your many eyes see beyond her carnal shell
contemplating the woes of the disconnected
shimmering belonging, you glisten in the sun
of the one you love, now, then, and tomorrow
until the cycle starts anew; a natural order
reborn from the cold, dark, depths of the pond.

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Haven

Everywhere I look, you’re there, somewhere
a subtly stifled smirk, unbeknownst to others,
a mirrored image in the gleaming window,
the steady tap, tap, tap of the beat of a drum,
the crisp sound of shoes on freshly fallen snow.

When did you become my haven,
the place in which I’ll forever feel safe and warm,
an ocean of love, narrowly navigated by the few
aho can embrace unlikely truths and unusual encounters?

Kiss me on a stormy morning,
wipe away my tears as the rain draws lines on the panes.
Pull me in close, against your beating heart,
compel the pain away with your radiant heat.
Hold my cheek and urge me to sleep.

Version française

Havre

Partout où erre l’oeil, tu es là, quelque part
Un sourire narquois subtil, inconnu des autres,
Une image miroir dans une fenêtre luisante,
Le battement continu du tambour,
La clarté des pas sur une neige fraîche.

Quand es-tu devenu mon havre,
Le refuge où toujours je serai en sécurité
Un Océan d’amour, navigué tendrement par ceux
Qui enlacent les vérités des rencontres inhabituelles?

Embrasse-moi par une matinée tempétueuse,
Essuie mes larmes au rythme de la pluie sur les carreaux.
Tiens-moi fort, contre ton coeur battant
Éteins la douleur avec ta chaleur radieuse
Caresse ma joue et invite le sommeil.

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Love Nest

Aloft in the nook of her window,
the cat-shaped musings dance eerily on the walls
feline representations of lust and love
heeere, pussy, pussy, pussy…
a slight flick of the wrist, a twist of the waist
a kiss blown beyond the cheek, into the loins
a bend and snap, or the pull of a glove
sway dears, again and again, those hips
make the succubus green with envy
as she eagerly watches the passersby,
thighs aching, wings waning, heart pounding
she craves the undying soul of her lover,
inhaling every scent, tasting every sweetness
forgetting the misfortune of the chaste
in the dimly lit hall of eros, she calls home.

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Loved – Ode to the Sea Pt. 3

Cry me to the Ocean
Accompany my words as they drift
Like sea glass, so beautiful and dull.
Sing me to the Storms
Caress my insecurities as they shift
Like babes sleeping, cradled by the lull.
Feed me to the Undercurrent
Destroy my woes with your gift
Like vultures, picking at the skull.
Take me to the Moon
Reflect on the depth of my tides as they lift
Like jagged rocks, smashing the hull.
Take me to the Edge
Hold my head under, make it swift
Like the drowning man failing to survive the pull.

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Seen – Ode to the Sea Pt. 2

Staring out at your infinite nature
The melancholy of the World
Hits like a wave breaking on the cliffs
Vague memories sink into the abyss
May the fish be their keep

Tides rushing out, like your dying breath
A waning moon rings the end, again
Luck has never been a better actor
In this infinite opera of life and death
Mere misunderstood moments
Brought to life by a laugh, a smile, a touch…
Lest we forget the beloved, cradled in the deep

You’ll be a part of me forever, standing true
A shimmering star, or a déjà vu.
I will always be me,
And you will always be you
No matter how deep the knife cuts
Or how much I break and weep.

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Lost – Ode to the Sea Pt. 1

Increase the murmur of your roar
Unbound force of eternally shifting worlds
Let the tides roll on heartbroken mounds
Banks of tears washed ashore

Your beauty captivates, breathless
Rendering young boys old, and old souls agape
Time immemorial bows beneath your shadows
Power to harness a million mournful moons

Many a few have wasted away in your waters
Embraced by the depths of the unspoken
Cradled softly by the currents
Of old wounds, and songs of solace

Kneeling in your wake, the last respite
Trembling hands, bracing for the breaker
As the rage subsides, glistening in the sun
You’ve taken him back, gentle in your favour

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Terre connue

19 janvier, 2019

Aujourd’hui, mon amour, j’ai le coeur lourd.
Non pas des éons qui nous séparent du monde
Alors que dorment les passants insouciants.
Mais tel un poids attendrissant,
Un bleu immédiat
Se prononce au fil du temps, sur ma douce poitrine,
Ton absence me pèse.

Tu es bien trop précieux, mon trésor
Mais tandis que les flammes caressent mes genoux,
Assise patiemment, dans l’attente de ton retour
Je sais que je ne puis te briser
Car ta force est celle des étincelles des cieux
Radieuse.

A se demander, parfois, comment dire?
La pluie fait fuir les goutelettes
La montagne assèche les rivières
Par le feu qui brûle en toi,
Incendiant mon coeur, ma personne, mon tout.
Je suis libérée de nouveau,
Des chaînes
Qui me penchaient vers le passé.

Corps nus, entrelacés
Nous avons créés en nous un foyer
Une demeure inconditionnelle
Toujours prête à accueillir
Notre amour secret aux tôts réveils
Arômes de café noir, sirop des dieux
Amour incarné au petit déjeuner.

Jamais ne n’aurai espéré
Rencontrer un autre ange, venu d’ailleurs
Diable, vêtu d’un costume bleu marine
Doux rêveur, amant à la main lourde
Nous sommes tous deux, Sisyphe
Chaque jour notre pierre,
Chaque minute notre montagne
Encore, une fois, toujours.

Si demain, le destin t’arrachait d’entre mes mains
Je ne me briserai pas, non.
Le temps des brisures est résolu.
Mais un trou noir remplacerait mon coeur,
Aspirant petit à petit les flocons avoisinants
Jusqu’au jour où je te rejoindrai,
Quelque part dans l’Univers.

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Bunny 🐇

Deer in headlights,
Sublime emanations and elevations
Poet pierced earnestly
By an artist’s flair
For the unknown and the unusual.
A rabbit in a hole,
Ready to eat your secret garden.
Shhhhh…

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Winter Comings

Rituals
of stories and studies
Worship
soft bodies in hard positions
Feasts
of the flesh and fortune
Celebrate
sacred kinships and moons
Discoveries
of gentle love and tighter hands
Cuddle
red cheeks and dripping mascara
Dances
of sex witches in frozen gardens

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