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February, for
those of us in the northern hemisphere, is the coldest, longest,
little month of the year. However, Valentines Day, that day of
love , brings a warmth to this coldest of months. Our Word Catalysts
have put to screen some of their favorite words about some of
their favorite people. Enjoy...
Skysong
by Jo Hemmant
If I catch the sky for you,
will you come?
I lift up my face.
A wind-spun cloud
drifts into frame,
tail-end of a shower.
Then blue,
the blue of eyes,
of oceans,
of thrown-back shoulders
and a skip-in-your-step
quickly hidden behind
a bank of whites and greys.
Birds flock, black feathers
cloud-backed an oil-slick on water.
Wood smoke winds through
the naked arms of a tree,
its last leaf in slow motion.
The sky is deepening to the
dark blue of sundown.
Where are you?
If I hold out my hand,
will you come?
A fingernail moon, six stars and me.
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To Weezie-with the hope
we live a thousand years
and never spend another day apart
Thoughts
of You
by Bob Church
Seldom do I stop to fawn
o'er bright-lit semblages
or gaudy baubles, catching light.
No, such adornment often pales
when bathed in light of day,
and my world denies entry.
But, you, with heart so fair
and short of nothing but guile,
cascade the billowing winds of sweetest sentiment.
No trinkets, yours- nor remnant pieces
of flotsam cast upon our waters,
hoping for status among feelings found.
Instead, they gust upon me freely,
nimbly scurrying amongst my own
less-worthy snips of passion.
And there, they're held...
never to be released,
bound by naught but that we give them.
So, in my dearth of splendored-words,
just feel the warmth I feel,
when time's rush yet again brings thoughts of you.
Happy Valentine's Day, my love…
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Memories
of S
by Soham Das
It's her, whom I desired and still do,
felt the love could be silenced in
the new city's fading milieu,
yet haunted I am still,
when lost I am in thoughts of my own,
O sweet love of mine,my love still alone.
Haunted I am,chased I am
by the memories of your time.
Who are you, O gracious, tell me?
I see every doubtful face
adorned by your lovely grace
I see every walking feet
pose your lovely gait
Who are you O gracious,haunted I am
desiring you in every living moment of mine.
I saw a young girl walking on that tarmac,the
other day
she smiled like you, and gazed like you
Haunted I was again, to whom I bid adieu
My heart skipped, and breaths faded
and I smiled once more in your lieu,
silently mutterring curse on my fate
for her joy was not a sudden new.
I still think,it was her, dont you?
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Sing
You The Morning
by Sharmagne Leland-St.John
my love,
I sing you the morning
as sunlight drenches
the Tokyo sky
and small brown wrens
gather to fly
while I,
in a blue silken kimono
with chrysanthemum sash
gaze through my window
at a porcelain sky
the colour of ash,
and diamonds, and rust
in my minds eye
I picture you
oceans away
and thus
erotically
I begin my day
as I evoke
the memory
of the thrust
of your hips
yours
is the name
that escapes
the darkness
of my parted lips
Yes, I,
in a blue silken kimono
with chrysanthemum sash
gaze at a sky
the colour of ash
and diamonds, and rust.
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OUR
LOVE
By Jo Janoski
Our love, serpentine road
at first unfamiliar
with bare trees
clinging alongside,
questioning branches
lifted up in longing
while bumps
under our feet
accost us
with each turn
discouraging our steps
until
a pensive glance
with friendly touch
from you to me
or me to you
with sunshine
inspires our journey
to glow warmer
more friendly
while
making flowers bloom
alongside us
in rainbow colors
bespeaking our
precious love.
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Seascape
by Sharmagne Leland-St.
John
Sea I love the way you tremble
Like my lady lost inside my arms
Lying spent and sighing
Sometimes she thinks
She might be dying
Like a moth who's caught
Between the lampshade and the flame
Hold me tight she whispers
Like the wind that wraps itself around
The tall pine tree
I cling I cannot let her slip away
She is my love
She is who tells me what I am
I am the waiting shining sun
I am the moon whose light
Will help to fill the weary night
With rays of yellow gold
Just like the dawn of yesterday
Sea I love the way you tremble
Your waves will pound and crash upon the sand
Her tangled auburn hair strand for strand
Will mingle with the crystal tears
Your emerald ocean sheds
My lady's laughing sighing
Like a seagull flying
High above your breakers
Tumbling towards the land
She takes my hand and whispers
"Don't let go. I love you so"
Sea I love the way you tremble
Like my lady lost inside my arms
Lying spent and sighing
So like a dying Queen
Between
The crumpled sheets
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To
My Love
by Shirley Allard
There are places in my heart
where only you can go.
Places in my mind,
that only you can know.
Places in my soul,
that you alone can share.
Places in my dreams,
that are, because you're there.
Happy Valentine's Day!
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Threaded
Tulip
by D. James McKee
Double helic-blossom
coiled flower at my feet
Rise! Rise!
let the sun smile upon you
sleeves of green, open
face of gold, nod
tall and strong
stainless magnolia
shatter your earthen vase
let the scent of
you intoxicate me.
heavy lidded
stone headed
hands cupped
fingers laced
I kneel to kiss your face.
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Nightsongs
by Shirley Allard
In restless hours
of the night
I am your flower
bathed in light
in candles' glow
two shadows dance
two souls engaged
in mindless trance
beyond such things
as place and time
your rhythm sings
in tune with mine.
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Monday
Matineé
by Sharmagne Leland-St.John
We went to lunch and lingered
Your fingers touching mine
So swiftly flew the time
The anxious hunched up waiters
Looked eagerly about and vowed to throw us out
Before we'd drunk the last meagre drops of wine
Like arrows flew the time
Out in the noisy streets
With sunshine all around
Someone got it in his head
To take me down into my bed
And sweetly pass the time
Once inside the cavernous softness
Of those billowed sheets
He put away the memory
Of the dusty distant streets
He opened up his arms and took me in
Outside the shuttered window ran the howling wind
The musty scent of winter wafted through the air
While spilling out onto the pillow
Waved my chestnut hair
He kissed away my longing
And left me sleeping there
Without a care
Murmuring his name
Not feeling quite the same
Yet pleased as Punch
Terrific lunch
Ever so glad you came
To slowly pass the day
At the Monday Matineé
Aubrey Walk
London 1980
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Touch
by D. James McKee
words are all I have to touch you
with diamond fingers in the velvet night
I long to caress your hidden places
find your centre
know the heart of you...
lips untasted, eyes unsung
desire unstirred, soul unkindled
take my hand, hold feel be
lead me to the place
where all dreams slumber
share this moment, this rainbowed bubble
set adrift on the sweet breath of morning....
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A
Dream of You
by T Owen Stark
I walk beside a dream of you
A dream of love I never knew
I wonder if you're dreaming too
Wherever you may be
I run along a golden stream
Chasing whispers in my dream
Each ripple holds a dancing beam
A glimpse into your smile
Let me catch you if I may
Before I wake to face the day
Would you let me if I say
I'm yours forevermore
Should this hope forever end
Each night just a dream again
Night remain my only friend
I will see you in my dream
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Render
Me
by Ritwik Banerjee
Like almost every other night, I lie awake
in my slumber. My senses lusting for you.
With wizened eyes I wish to see
your slender fingers, in cruel forgetfulness,
twisting me over.
Split open all the chambers and
spit, derisive; pull it apart for all to see.
Pull it apart as you daintily walk
with piercing, sharp, and nimble feet
on my softest fleshes.
Taunting my frightened face with the joy
of your command. Smelling my being,
my being the doll to be ripped apart
for a moment of perfervid ardor.
Unstitched, cotton heart fleeting in your dream
I dissipate, torn arms lying under your
party shoes; soaking discomfort, pain drafting
my martyrology within you.
Pick up the limbs, please, from under the
overture
in convulsions of denial, frenzy, close to your
heart of hearts - hold them.
Heavy with your tears, stuff me back
to back myself I sew my self
until, in your careless laughter,
you render me fleeting cotton again
and again.
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For
Abby
by harry furness
I don't know what enabled fates had you
enter through my doorway
You were wanted and wished for
Dragged into existence
Kicking and screaming, colicy, jaundiced, days and nights mixed
up
Setting you on the window ledge
Watching you sleep, just to check
Only nursing, fearing that whole summer because I could not
Your young lungs true tested all of those long days
Then
Clear big pale green eyes, always watching
Your fear or hatred of water
Bath time battles, like trying to wash a cat
Screams rushing through open windows
Hoping that the neighbors wouldn't call authorities
Then
Sandy hair soaking in the sunshine, glowing
Stroller walking for hours
Parenting by diversion, hoping beyond hope that I'd open your
mind
Reading you just one more story
Somewhere-time musical notes entwined with out shared DNA
Bonded us together, a life long love
Holding your hand the first day of kindergarten
No hesitation as you let go to walk in through that door
That screaming past seemed so long ago
Then
Skipping around the country, you were willing to travel on
Even as your mother and brother weren't
Social, open to new friends, who were always your best ones
Long haired little girls, smiling as though the sun lived in
your teeth
Dancing, swimming, gymnastics, the beginning of a full-contact
life
Good-byes and hello's
Then
You shot the basketball into the hoop
You made all of the stars in school
Your open acceptance of me when your friends asked you why
I was not like the other daddies
You scored all of the firsts from grade school
And this was just the first of firsts
Repeated in high school, repeated in college
Then
It all seems fast-forwarded, your beaming open acceptance
Continue on large pale-eyed traveler
Seeking, searching, questing, learning,
We're all a better people because of your existence
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