Poetry Circle
The Real Me!
[I wrote this poem a few years ago and I thought I would put it in here for you all to read...] by C.McConnell When you look at me what is it you see? Do you even see the real me? You say you love my eyes, How they sparkle and shine, But do you even…
Be Still, Be Calm
Busy at their calling and not a human care in their world
there will always be
The ripples of your wrinkles lap at your lips when you smile – waves on a sea of flesh that I could never afford by the pound, had I to pay what it’s worth to me; but then, there will always be one to whom we in time offer ourselves freely. The breezes of your…
a body for her
His mouth kept no word unsaid that could lift her spirits or calm her heart; His eyes never settled for too long upon the skin of another; His thoughts would not nourish a grudge to grow beyond a seed; His steps aimed not only to lead, but to also at times be lead; His hands…
bodies
They both crave something: he, what’s between her thighs; she, her reflection in his eyes. Though the black box of each other’s intentions suggests the odds of these wishes being granted are uncertain, even the slightest sliver of hope delays the giving up of this timeless pursual, so — they go f...
Motherhood in Haiku Form
i have been sifting through the literary remnants of my past…i have always had hypergraphic urges which have left me consumed with an insatiable need to write. however, after having children, it has been difficult to feed that part of myself. immediately after having both children, i began to do ...
my heart and i
I used to beat my own heart, would set upon it desperately like bare hands to a throat, senses barely kept afloat; It bore abuse so loyally, never letting out a gurgle nor a drop of blood to say things had grown amiss, astray; When in time our madness peaked, misery had dragged us to…
i chose winter
I chose the perpetual cold of you over much warmer climates existing only a short walk away; brushes with your still hands over any other's frenzied touch, your skin so cold I'd feel warmer alone; the attention of your frosty stare over picturesque, rosy smiles, despite the way it slowed my hear...
Doing what poets do…
I haven't written a lot of poems in the last few months, but I am determined to change that. One reason for that was the stroke, because I like to hand write a lot of poems before transferring them to the computer. I also wrote a lot of my poems at the laundromat, when I…
love is all this
Love is frightening from a distance; Love is distracting at arm’s length; Love is difficult to let pass by; Love is boring its way into the soul; Love is impossible to hold inside forever; Love is daring one to go all in; Love is death to self.