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Rhonda L. Brockmeyer


Of Regret, Love & Forgiveness

I forgot
to be soft
on the edges
of my gravel-run heart
& the roads ran silent
& the stream of love dried
murking & slow swallowed
by the hollow ground


how can you love me
if I am harsh
if I am silent
if all this love has become
a dried bone wasteland...


does love have a resurgence?
does it taste like the moon
wrapped in the crimson light of kisses
as it once did?
does it bubble
hot & warm as
scarlet rivers feeding your heart
though it had withered & parched
for so long
you were but a skeleton of a man?


Push my Love! Push from the
arid ground
& find my heart again!
for I too, have laid dead in sorrow...
find my heart again!
feel its love pounding, banging hard at the door,
swirling, screaming from beyond, for your hold!


in the darkness of the 
midnight air
I feel breathless & dying
nothing more than 
particles,
particles of pain & decay


will you still hold me
if I am particles of this death
a dust of decay?
can you feed me your love
into my parched and constricting throat?
will you break open
the esophageal lines
brittle & rigid?


I will
scream in pain!
I will
cry dry tears that will only haunt your mind!
I will
Gasp! bleed invisibly & die!
I will
rest weary in a tomb of listless indifference
I will...
need to be mourned.


& then, in the moment 
of tired agony,
in a moment of utter despair
finally, 
I will
take a breath,
heave a mountain of air
into my lungs
& back out again
I will
live, somehow...
on this, the sweetness of your love
that you lovingly forced
down my lost cause throat


I will breathe, 
& return you
all the love
my soul
ever owned

Spun

Spin my heart into velvet indigo threads

Embroider me into your soul

Use a steampunk pattern

That speaks of my love’s wynding gears

The North

The North:

Winter needles our flesh with cold

Summer stitches our eyes open with light

Here, morning does not bring the light

It is birthed in night

Eyes seek delicate darkness

Release from

Harsh summer brightness

You of Sky, And I of Sea

In case morning finds me too drowsy to kiss you properly:

feel the soft texture of my lips on yours; taste my heart;

my love goes with you.

I breathe feather-soft love across your eyelids,

painting you with delicate finger-swirls;

I etch you in invisible marks of my love.

When night falls again,

the rhythm of my breath, a hollow void,

my legs not twined with yours,

these words help you feel me in your heart.

I will always be your Poetess,

tho I know, you understand me little more than a falcon                 does an octopus…

such is our journey.

While you soar and squeee,

soaring the blue skies,

I will wander,

quirky and peculiar,

quiet in a submerged world.

My eight legs shall never be enough,

covered in odd suckers and hideous confusions;

your two wings shall always be enough and so very                     graceful
Fly where you must,

as I shall always look up,

wondering where you go,

and what you see,

you of sky, I of sea.

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Stranded

In every quiet moment
You are there,
Twirled in my heart…
A single thread of music
Through all the chaos,
All the noise and pounding
A single strand of notes
Barely audible
Barely a breath…
But there you are…

Fingers of strength
Holding me tight..
My serenity
My sacred light

Stranded within
Wandering throughout all I am
Every moment feels
Like the tenderness of a kiss
A brush of lips to skin
Heart to soul
Eyes–quieting to be held by yours
Every moment
Has a gentle reserve
Washing through it
Passion sitting on the edge
Slowly eroded into us
Twirled away quick as it fell

Stranded within us
Faint musical interludes
Of love, of light

High-Tide

morning washes in

high-tide of light licks my feet

I let the night go

Twisting Birth

I felt her wriggle,

Half in my body

Half outside

Soft hair~wet and black as molasses, brushed my thigh

My small, young belly rippled

as her hips

Twisted out from between mine

The final flip and slide

A mother was born

Haiku

thunder wild tumbles
cartwheeling the green from grey
spitting and winded

Slivers

Trying to find comfort from the slivers of light dancing on my skin…

But they’re just slivers

Tiny and uncomfortable;
The warmth feels to be,

Not nearly enough

Villanelle: Within These Hands ☊

Turquoise seas edged in driftwood sands
Cautious, we walked upon this place
Faint beats this heart within these hands

To touch foot upon sacred lands
Was nothing short of seeing grace
Turquoise seas edged in driftwood sands

Blindly, we feel the flowered strands
Tears, down their petals pure, did trace
Faint beats this heart within these hands

Blackness wrapped Life with deadly bands
Nature’s breath, Death came to replace
Turquoise seas edged in driftwood sands

Life lost from shore to hinterlands
Destruction reigned Life’s haunted space
Faint beats this heart within these hands

The poets sung out their demands!
The web undid the interlace
Turquoise seas edged in driftwood sands

Screaming voices shout reprimands
To speak, ruins what we can’t replace…
Turquoise seas edged in driftwood sands
Faint beats this heart within these hands.

the wind blew

somehow
just as I thought I was ready to speak
the wind came and blew
away the breath
that was forming the words

I wanted to say:
you write beautifully these days
you are there, always on my mind

but
the wind
it blew

and I found my mouth empty
and sharp objects sat
(little projectile words)
in my saliva glands
ready to fire
at the first taste of your sour-cherry eyes

so I worried
(quite a long time)
not really wanting to draw blood
or see pain caused by these
inadvertent, spitfire thoughts

and I let
the wind blow
and it huffed
and it puffed
and blew my poetic house of cards down



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