My Poetry

You are currently browsing articles tagged My Poetry.

Sooo…

This is Denver, for the time being.

This coming Monday, it will be fourteen years since we parted, not a single regret.

Left the golden sun and scorching summers.

Left bone rattling thunderstorms and white-hot lightning in the black of night.

Left snow of every stripe.

Left ice skate on the apartment pavement all winter-long.

Left static electric shocks and my hair standing on end.

Left lapis, azure, cerulean, sapphire, and plain blue skies.

Left behind

but not lost.

A road map etched on my heart.

Right to everything

Left to everyone

I’ve ever loved

THERE.

Forever Mine.

.

Colleen Sohn

p.s. A link to info about the Huichol VW. Very cool…

 

Tags: , , ,

 

Panic

3:15 on a Friday morning.

The sky a-glimmer with stars and one half-eaten moon

A peach of Allman Brothers or Eliot fame

– Half a life left –

All that has come before, moments savored and lost.

The ruffling of feathers, picking of carrion, soaring on high.

Caw, caw, caw

Thirty minutes in the dead of night.

The useless prayer to ward off the inevitable

reverberates and infiltrates

to the open-windowed innocent below.

3:17 on a Friday morning

Pondering the peculiarity of a crow cawing in darkness.

The frailty and panic and her own half-eaten peach dripping in the starlit sky.

They are the same.

The stillness

the greying

the joy

the loss.

The promise that is now.

A lullaby before drifting off again.

.

Colleen Sohn

Tags: ,

The radio

and my lover’s voice

His eyes on the road,

hidden behind dreamy glasses.

We talk away the miles,

and so often find

his words are my own.

That one soul we’ve been weaving

twenty-one years strong.

Delicate

and

Sublime

Blowing in the wind

Passionate

and

Wise

Containing one sunlit field

and

The universe.

Whole.

 

Tags:

Extant

Disparate populace of my thoughts

Once unwelcome interlopers

Now fine silken threads: flawed, broken, gorgeous, old

Woven into one

No shame in examining, admiring, pondering, remembering

Touch my cheek

Caress the whole

Wrap my soul

A magnifying glass

A microscope

Ten steps back

Then ten miles

A landscape

A sunset

Moon and stars

This is my life

This is my love

This is what binds my heart

  and makes me WHOLE.

.

Colleen Sohn

 

Tags:

Ampersand

Warm light

and a

Lithe body skimming

.

Ampersand hovering over the water

mysterious seamless apparition

.

No words

No truths

No forgetting

There

.

A wild rash that brings pleasure with every scratch.

No cure

No hope of healing

.

Ampersand hovering over the water

and and and

.

Glide and dive

Collect a pebble:

this moment,

eons ago.

Hold them fast

.

Colleen Sohn

Tags:

« Older entries § Newer entries »