I
don’t
won’t
can’t
needn’t
—say.
I
do
will
can
need
—love.
I
see
saw
live
know
—truth.
I
feel
deal
steal
reel
—light.
I
go
stay
wait
come
—home.
by:basheesima
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poetry
Always
Always by:basheesima
My heart
beating like, a mad man drummer.
Your hands
touching me, yet not my lover.
Closed eyes
startling, static energy.
Your lips
speaking, truths not forgery.
My spirit
joining too, embodied with you.
As children, my sister and I would lie on the bed and take turns closing our eyes while the other, starting from the wrist, tickled up your arm using the fairest touch done in tiny-roaming circles. If the squirming soul with their eyes closed correctly guessed when the other reached the inside crease at the elbow—they got to be tickled again—if not, which was usually the case, places were switched. Have fun trying it. J
Ghost?
Exactly what is it YOU see? Click here for a page I started, titled Earthy Nature, where you will find what I saw.
Bonfire
Bonfire
by:basheesima
Ancient Gasoline: a gallon
Decaying wood: a ton piled high
Ten inches of freshly fallen angel white snow
Light winds, perfect for fanning the flames
I love a good burn!
Wrapping cloth soaked in lamp oil around a stick
Standing back, the smoke will be thick
A simple flick of the bic
Lickety—split
Flames burst from the pit!
Once the burn is established
Everything collected—useless—and old
Goes on to be turned to flames of gold
That is when
The memories burn!
I stand in dirty snow
Letting forever go
What I once loved
My hands are gloved.
Ashes—far they fly!
Wind ripples surging rows of heat.
I hold my breath. I’m beat.
Pieces of rusty metal bend
Nothing but coal base in the end!
Red Tree
Evoked…
When I saw.
What I feel.
Below clouds
with crepuscular rays
dashing—
through—
Floating clusters
of suspended waters
In a wild sky
of light…
A Fearsome Fluster of Luster
by:basheesima
Pillar
The first instant I listened
to a man playing the piano at sunset
on a long sandy beach
no one but me and my dog
prancing in purple waters
and him playing.
So sad.
So powerful.
I stayed, listening.
The second I saw a pillar of sun
shoot to the sky
while walking over granular snow
during a cold sunrise…
I heard his music.
by:basheesima
Moon Frost
Writing by moonlight on white paper, red pen
Out the window, black trees grow in a frost field sea
Simple silence to this early morning glee, broken
By fog horn regularly warning of the dangers to be
Yet, I, safely surrounded by glistening white lands,
Hear the horn sounds,
And desires are for the ocean’s calls.
Out the clear glass pane, where
A yellow feather clings,
After the bird hits and falls;
I watch the cloud change colors passing by the moon.
by:basheesima
