word of the day - viridity

innocence is lost
not with the naked body
but with a veiled heart

Poetry to share - This poem is a work in progress

My hands, covered with midnight blue gloves, dance along your back as we embrace.
A sudden earthquake shakes us apart and my face, stark white, loses track of yours
You fall onto me, tightly hanging on, pulling me into a safe corner of the dance floor
Pieces of the party hall crumble around us, speckling our attire with loose, grey dust
Like a man in cape, you whisk my body, gloves and dress into your underground shelter

my novel

I'll never write the novel
about the boy who falls in love
with the girl next door
because of her amazing
morals and serious brown eyes
because he has
silently admired her through
his window
for so many years

Instead I'll write about the girl
who loves the boy
she only sees in her dreams
a vision that seeps
deep into her blood
in her sleep
and transforms her upon
awakening

she never meets him
but she knows somewhere
he is real

during her desperate search
for this unnamed man
she becomes trapped
in an underwater tunnel
with her last breath she realizes
that this man is...

the sound of night

My dress crinkled
each time I took a step
the moon dipped in the distance
as if trying to escape the world

Night fell hard upon me
as it grew largely quiet
my dress became the
sound of the street-

With each soft step
the moon slipped away,
people  closed windows
to silence the world

I happened upon a small child
wearing ragged knickers
and a worn smile

I reached into my sequin
purse for any money I had
a grey-eyed figure
emerged, toppled over
the child in his effort
to snatch my clutch

the scuffle that ensued
exceeded the sound of my dress
the man whimpered as he
tore at my dress in hopes
I would flee
My hoop fought free
and I used it catch him

It was the first time I killed a man

Distant Wish

the wind lifts her off
her timber seat is stiff
swift, swift
go her feet

out of her pocket
she enjoys her treat
this day is sunny
her dress is neat

up, down
go her feet

this swing
it is safe
no others
will see her face
the swing's too swift
the wind, wind
it's her gift

in, out
go her legs
to her mind
she begs, begs
let this wind
whisk, whisk,
wish me away
to the clouds

up, down
go her feet

playing a violin

whines are the boulders
that burden the patient wall
built with brittle bricks

I know you

perched on the edge of your bed
peeking out over the lake from your window
light seeping in through the aging logs...
cold

you are waiting for something
so you never leave

your own path
a job in the forest
tracking down new trails
painting blue triangles for others

it's been lost by the confines
of your perceived purpose

but I know you better
and I hope you find it