When I’m Gone – Original Poem

type1If I die today, what will you say of me?
Will you rummage through my home?
My pictures, quotes, books, magnets and thoughts…

Will you analyze
Second guess your assessment of me?

Will my words live on?
Will you still feel my soul after I am gone?
A spirit lingering by your side

I still feel long after the final heartbeat
Aches in corners
Laughs in hallways

Now a legacy gathers dust behind closed doors
Erotic thoughts; deep fears; humble moments of solitude

My books
Constant reminders to feel; to be part of something

A numbness resonates between these walls now
Quiet comfort

room1Boxes sealed and removed through this open door one last time
New voices to be heard between the walls

One day, these memories will be released into the stars reunited in this infinite resting home


Soul of A Southern Angel – Original Poem

magnoliaOn a hot summer night where the moisture glistens off the petals of the azaleas we clench to this Southern sauna

A rainbow of flowers tickles our skin as we dance across the gateway to the forest
Painted red as a rose, the bridge guides us through the murky water as the heron guards us from the ghosts of plantation past

A mystical world all around

Magnolia Gardens, a breathing novel of boy loves girl narrated over centuries
This is an evolving tale of passion in a Garden in Eden so splendid

Your golden curls compliment the blue Southern skies as you tilt your head for one soft gentle kiss
Subtle breasts hug my chest
Candied lips embrace my weak soul

We are but pawns on this chess board of nature moving to a journey of emancipated devotion

A journey to a great abyss; a vast unknown
Leaving behind the curiosity of innocence for the lustful quenching of our affection

Through the distance the plantation home calls us
Words of yesteryear calling us to dinner
To hear the sound of mother’s voice

kiss1In fondness we remember

I pick a flower
It calls you
In your hair the color sparkles

With a smile of a Southern angel, I look to your eyes and see to the essence of your being
Like a spy, I peak inside a warm place so inviting
I am complete

Now with a single step together, we embrace our nows and look to a future where the sun brightens our spirits

The River – Original Poem

river1The river flows, carrying the debris of memories lost by the thorns of life
All I ever wanted; all I ever needed within reach, but life got in my way

On the edge I stand
A reflection of a face I do not recognize
Aged; warn; disguised

Water at rest
Tranquil as the first moments of eternal rest

The river knows many faces
Deadly to the soul of Jeff Buckley, murderous for the hazardous Richard Marx and depressing to the chords of Springsteen

Running faster; chasing the stream of the grand escape
The demons of noise long gone hiding in the comfort of the landscape of the city
Now the journey of a thousand currents welcomes me on a new journey

rocky-stream-backgroundWith fortitude, I find strength in the ache of a wounded heart
No more voices to corrupt this spirit
No more ties to a life led astray

Just a river
Refreshing body of life’s replenishment
Home to land and water beast

To stop and rest
To bathe in nature’s pool

Like the phoenix, I shall rise
By the river

Where My Love Rests in Magnolia Gardens – Original Poem

mag1Still, on a bridge of crimson red, frozen in a moment so sweet, I feel your breath softly caressing my neck
Skin so soft, words so gentle
Surrounded by the echoes of historic elegance and the winds of Southern kisses our lips meet for one compassionate kiss
Magnolia scents
A garden of Eden illuminated by the light of Heaven
A symphony of azaleas, daffodils and camellias blossom all around

A classical harmony of birds whistling the songs of ancestors dining and dancing under the stars

The nature trail, a moving canvas with colors of the rainbow painted all around

I take your hand as the alligators lie still, the heron and egrets stand at attention and the turtles slowly find a place to rest their weary bodies

Tender fingers lock with mine, a simple Southern smile

With a gust of wind, I feel us rising high above the majestic trees, floating to the clouds
Gardens below blossoming in the spring air
A home so quiet now, at peace from hundreds of years of harvest

The swamp so green like a carnival of Irish delight

plant1So perfect, this plantation

A symbol of the love between heart and nature

Looking in your eyes, I feel safe
As we glide down to the bosom of this Magnolia estate, I see a blanket embroidered with the word “home”
Come with me my angel, walk through history, lay homage to the sculptures and smell the flowers tickling our legs as we find our place
Let us rest, my love under this enchanted tree as the nectar of the gardens allure keep us warm