30 Poems in 30 Days (Redux)

[Moochienanu]

1-5

Espresso

Unmistakable flavor
Reminiscent of cool mornings with a good book on a deck
Reading as the sun rises
And sipping

Soft and smooth
Comforting feeling of pulling the blankets up over our heads
Staying in bed all day
And melting

A flush of the cheeks
As two sets of lips meet becoming one for the first time with that taste
Running through minds
And settling

Cartwheels flipping
A nervousness returning with every promise of more time in that space
Subsiding with a touch
And reassuring

 

[Mrtenant]

2-30

Her honey brown hair
Bright hopeful attentive eyes
A ready smile for me

 

[cascadiabound]

may/june 3:30

For Mr T.

Taste
My love
Every morn
Sweet sleepy curves
Spoon’d against your warmth
northwest maritime breeze
stirs wisps of hair from my face
lips caress willing skin revealed
dark brown eyes meet hazel face to face
explore new pleasures with me darling
we shall sail these shores, chasing the sunset
​

 

[Moochienanu]

1-6

contrast

shooting for minutes
passing by and again
lucky demon
never believing
they could do
what everyone does

strange glances
looks of disbelief
and a hidden meaning
behind every word
to be deciphered
like hieroglyphics

step on the pedal
clicks and wait
play it again
that song that makes
toes tap to the beat
remembered breath stolen

shoot again
feel the wire
in and out
balloon over
inflate and open
deflate, close, out

you can't make chicken salad
out of chicken shit.

 

[Moochienanu]

1-7

Waffles

Small batch
Half the recipe
One cup flour
One teaspoon here
Two tablespoons there
Half the milk
Separate the egg
Whip the white
Stiff peaks
You mix
I’ll fold
Old iron
Happy to see you
Good morning

 

[Moochienanu]

1-8

Indecision

What to wear
For today?
And what to make for breakfast?
How to wear my hair,
In braids?
And what kind of drink to order?

What do I do
about this mess?
And when did I become a mother?
What in the world do I do now?
Is it safe to just lay here in a puddle?

What sort of treatment
Would you recommend?
And what is the best course of action?
Why do I think this is happening?
Are you able to make a decision?

 

[Moochienanu]

1-9

Daisies

Down a country road
And again
Hand in hand
Kiss with each stop
Then find a better spot
Finally amongst the daisies.

White petals plentiful
Bright yellow centers
Drift in the breeze
As bodies lost in each other
Find themselves
Over and over.

Bright blue sky
Birds chirping
Sweet caress of hand
Lips to brow
Softly held
Against and with
In a small drive
Blanketed in white.

Sweet and hard
Slow and fast
Every dichotomy felt
And received
As sweat on a cool day
Makes the world spin
With and into
Two to one.

A handful of daisies
Once swaying
Stolen from the spot
Where it happened.

 

[Moochienanu]

1-10

Unsung

Giant trees
Walk through the forest
On rooted feet
With triumphant windy nods
To the sky.

Sliced cucumber
Crisp and cool
Crunching between teeth
Running away from forks
In slick bowl.

Tentative touch
Testing the temperature
As the waves of possibilities
Flow ever higher between them
As rising tide.

 

[Moochienanu]

1-11

Counting to ten and back

Sweat
Dripping
From your brow
Swinging the axe
In the midday sun
No clouds in sight today
Remove the ball cap and wipe
Feel the heat beat down upon skin
The movement of hip twist and arm strike
Muscles aching from use and need for rest
Always more logs to split, so take a break
Enjoy a moment respite in thought
Of another heated moment here,
That glade you wanted her in
Watching as she comes close
How her body feels
Next to yours now
In your mind
She is
Sun.

 

[Moochienanu]

1-12

Smack.

Let the sound fill the room
With a ringing clarity
Clearing the cobwebs
Centering both parties

Feel the skin warm
As hand rubs against it
The sting still fresh
On both surfaces

See the reddening skin
Growing deeper crimson
A badge of ownership
A shared knowledge

Slowly enjoy each strike.

 

[Moochienanu]

1-13

Bottled

What is it,
I wonder,
That makes you
Crave
Yearn
Hunger
Suffer
Thirst
Ache
For someone?

Is there an imaginary string
Unraveling around my middle
That slinks across the miles
And connects the two of us,
Leaving me with this
Pain akin to feeling a
Phantom limb?

If I reach out and find the string
Pull it
Taught
Hard
Sharp
With a
Tug,
Would your body shake
While your feet stay planted?

 

[Moochienanu]

1-14

Something about the sound

Salty brow on your lips
Slick skin under fingers
Sweet sighs filling the air
Soft pillow of you
Suggestions of more
Sorting through time in minds
Sufficient and never enough
Services rendered without complaints
Saving sensual memories for further analysis
Success as a tense quiet fills every corner
Subsiding with whispers quelling
Satisfying every thought with a kiss
Such sounds like never before
Sensitive skin so close, aching for nearer
Space kept solely for you
Sit patiently and smile

 

[Moochienanu]

1-15

A Woman Walking

Dark of the early morning
A street lamp the only light
Walk with your keys between fingers
Like cheap brass knuckles

Heightened awareness
Of shadowed surroundings
Laughter rises from the distance
An almost inaudible voice
Lyrically ringing through the dark

Clomping heels on wet pavement
Feeling the unseen eyes
Following your figure
Across the walk and to the street you’re parked

Deep breaths
Don’t look around too much
Definitely no eye contact now,
Walk with purpose.

Be good.
Be safe.

 

[Moochienanu]

1-16

How I need you...

Hanging up my overthinking mind
Allow a moment’s breath to
Ready yourself before heading
Down the path we’ve been dreaming of.

Wiggling bare next to you
Exactly what you long for:
‘Take me, please?’

Answers found without me words and with one of yours
Needing nothing but eyes and bodies to
Demonstrate what is needed from and for.

Deliver exactly what we crave
Envelope yourself in and around me
Everything becoming fuzzy and clear
Press and hold yourself there.

 

[Moochienanu]

1-17

Singing songs

Hold me close
Don’t let me go

Your heart
Quickly beating
Next to mine
Bodies of conformation

Hold me close
Don’t let me go

A blue sky
Waving wheat
Reflecting eyes
Of warmth and adoration

Hold me close
Don’t let me go

The feel of you
As we blink
The world spins
Every exploration

Hold me close
Don’t let me go

Words of meaning
Whisper softly
Expectant skin
Thoughts in levitation

Hold me close
Don’t let me go

Sing tunelessly
Careful choices
In mind and ear
Perfect stimulation

Hold me close
Don’t let me go

Delighted breath
Taken briskly
By the pressure
I’m needing punctuation

So
Please
Please
Please
Yes,
Please

Hold me close
Don’t let me go.

 

[Moochienanu]

1-18

...Until You Found Me...

Falling through life
Uncertain paths
Through a forest
Going everywhere
And nowhere...

Smokey fog
Surrounding decisions
Taking time away
Removing options
From view...

Attachments made
How the world
Sees and thinks
Should happen
No one really knowing...

Lost soul
Unsatisfied and
Settled for less
Never looking to find
There was more...

Not searching
Nothing helped
Tears fell daily
In a mind weary
Surrendered to...


That is...


... until you found me...


Now


... Making sense
Of this electrical,
Pulling, connection
Spanning distance
Incredibly.

...Knowing how
Feeling this
Clears any fog
Even the smoky kind
Brings together.

...Finding every
Moment in company
Spent in the best
And sweetest
Of many ways.

...Learning how
To get through
Without doubt
And revealing selves
Slow, healthy.

...Feeling something
Different, more than
Ever before
With someone
Unlike anyone else.

 

[Remec]

13-1 The Babysitter's Secret

I always thought she was
totally my ideal,
curvy,
smart,
and just the right height
to hold close when
slow dancing or
cuddling on the couch
while watching whatever
our latest binge was;
but then I found the
box of slightly washed out
Polaroids and she went from
just an ideal to
a paragon of sex, desire, and
every fantasy I had ever
had about an older
woman.

 

[Moochienanu]

1-19

Brief minuscule lyric

When did this happen?
Scroll through old thoughts
Looking down the aisles of my mind
Lined with file cabinets
Brimming with catalogued echoes
Images of past
Ideas, words, memories
Rolling past for close scrutiny
Stop wandering for further analysis.

Why am I like this?
Bring forward every description used
Ruminate over particular ones
Attention-seeking,
Mediocre,
Too easy,
Liar,
Fraud.
Meticulously running the gambit
Of each syllable
To find an answer which could explain.

How does this change?
Turning around isn’t an option
If you pull the wings off of a butterfly
It doesn’t turn back into a caterpillar.
Perspective needs to be found
Dig deeper into the words
Or is it on the surface,
Tip of your tongue,
Like it may fall out
Onto the console separating us
To just sit there and be known.
Really known.
Like you know.
Not alluded to.

What would happen?
Allow the words
Letter by letter of each
Adjective,
Preposition,
Punctuation,
Noun,
Verb,
To fly by my eyes and absorb each
Deep inside to keep for later
When I gauge them out
From under the skin
Holding them before you
Dripping in all of me.

 

[Remec]

13 - 2

Woodrue Welcomes Isley to the Afterlife

Ah, I see we meet once more,
my May Queen, have you brought
new ideas for me or simply
come to lay at my side,
to sleep,
to dream furiously of
our colorless agenda
deep within
the Green,
our special purview?

 

[Moochienanu]

1-20

In the Parlor of Like Minds

Flourish like a garden
Overflowing with lush, green leaves
Falling as the colorless state of thought
Covers ideas with a film of sleep.
Deny the scavenger it’s furiously burrowing claws
Give respite within your walls.

 

[Remec]

13 - 3 Come Shine or Rain

Sun
going
on and on
broken only
by sudden rainstorms,
black clouds gathering,
that flash into thunderstorms
and seem to be as iconic,
as much a sure thing for one to expect
and as gloriously embematic.

 

[Remec]

13 - 4

Deep REM (American sentence)

Furiously colorless ideas often are found in green sleep.

 

[Moochienanu]

1-21

Illuminated

I have seen the fireworks
Bursting behind a fog so thick
The person ten feet away is obscured,
Subtly lighting the clouds from behind
With a golden hue
Even without seeing the distinct shapes,
I still walked away happy with the feel
Of the boom through my body.
That is, until watching, being with you.
Now those explosions leave me
Resonating in every fiber,
Like a note of music
In exactly the right key,
Made to move only us.

Since our first time viewing
Each crackling second better than the last
Fog and smoke cleared,
And now every time,
Every fiery performance,
Building upon itself
In the time left between.
Finding their ways of infiltrating
Mind, soul, body
Like a clean breath filling stifled lungs.

You helped me to see the contours and edges
Of each spectacular pyrotechnic display
Through your eyes,
And how incredible it feels to know
Each detailed colour,
Each flashing sparkle,
Each moment of anticipation
Before the bang
Then the fizzle
And after the explosion,
Each moment spent is even better than the last.

 

[Moochienanu]

1-22

Describe the Pain

Sometimes it just feels tired
Like an overused spring
Without much ability left
To do the job well enough
And giving way at inconvenient times.

Sometimes it is like the tingle of sleep
The pins and needles of aching nerves
Severed and restoring function
To the limb slept on
An entire night of dead sleep without movement.

The worst is when the fiery flames of ice lick it
As though an unremovable ice water bath
Is keeping the limb company
Burning the limb with frozen crystals
Endured with every touch or move.

 

[Remec]

13 - 5

Telling a Tale

Once upon a time, that's how they always begin, right?
But that's merely one formula, an easy way to
start something that proceeds to go from there
to who knows where--the author? Ha!
Maybe a particularly keyed in reader
can put forth a guess
that makes some sense,
well, at least,
to them,
finally.