Making Waves — a poem in free verse

Making Waves

Truth is something

You can’t always see.

A stone dropped

In an unconscious ocean,

A letter written

But never sent,

Pigtails mid-bounce

Caught on a jump rope.

Truth is the story told

To the sleeping child,

A shard piercing

Luminiferous ether.

Truth is in the silence between

A husband and wife.

Truth is disappointing lace.

Truth is 16 years.

Beetroot.

Coleslaw.

Tears.

Truth is a noxious gas;

Plague doctors with beak masks.

Truth circles Black holes,

It is dandelion fruits

On the air.

Truth is something you

Won’t

See

Here.

–AEW

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ADO #5- Sunday Summer (Spenserian Sonnet)

Sunday Summer

Remember that day with us at the park,

When you bought me ice cream

And I traced our initials on tree bark?

Curled up on a tartan blanket, we schemed

Immortal pirates plotting timeless treasure map.

But all was not what it would seem;

The clock ticked on like a timed trap.

You sighed as you laid your head on my lap

Musing on sunlight stealing through leaves on my smile,

Our music the sound of children laughter on a rattletrap.

Your kisses and touch chaste all the while.

The hours languidly flowed into time.

That day is gone but you are still mine.

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ADO #4 Love Bite (A Spenserian Sonnet)

ADO #4 Love Bite (A Spenserian Sonnet)

The fun of one night,

A once-in-a-lifetime love

Came in the form of a bite,

Or other actions thereof.

What of your bruise, my turtledove,

Now we have been lost to time?

It seems a little sick, sort of,

That the memory was so sublime!

That night we broke a paradigm,

Freed ourselves from reality had been.

We escaped the weak pantomime

With something some would say was sin.

The bruise is healed. It’s all gone;

But our joy from the night lives on and on.

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The “Twikus” of My Life

ADO #3 One Soul ( A Petrarchan)

ADO #3 – One Soul ( A Petrarchan)

In the shade of a crooked spire

we whisper our divine vows.

Our first gaze did arouse

quiet desire one night did transpire.

No words capture our desire

We love in the time the Universe allows.

Repress fears separation would rouse

had we not set our hearts on fire.

Our love just now is a falling star

racing through the midnight sky;

Serene, remote, bright gold and beautiful.

Any danger seems slight and far.

But no one can see us cry

as we go about our days in dutiful

earthbound lie.

Instead, let us be like a binary star

Unseen but dancing in an eternal sky.

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Tattoo The Devil (Shakespearean Sonnet)

Tattoo The Devil

An interesting conversation,

A tattooed Beauty speaking of a Beast;

Of his attention as an aberration,

away from true love to dissipation.

She is far from being a devil!

Her only sin: She did not want to kiss

someone on whom she could never settle

and giving his flirtations a miss.

Oh not branded by tattooist, no!

In fact, the tattooist felt the Beast unkind

to brand the Beauty as a whore

Because who else might he have maligned?

After all, I left him first in tears and curse

Then exposed his duplicity in this verse.

AEW

Another Game: Saturday

ADO #2 Free Verse

No words,

Just day to day

Kindnesses.

Ticking clock,

Saturday dreams,

What forever means.

A kiss,

Just heart to heart

Promises.

Morning alarm,

Yesterday dreams,

What forever means.

AEW

ADO Haiku #1

Twilight blue June sky.

No Stars or Moon to guide me;

But my soul is on course.

AEW

Tanka Poem: Moving On

What has the sun done?

Woke me up like a lover–

Making me forget–

Days of cold now past.

I move on like seasons do.

–AEW