A Love Poem Is Waiting

A love poem is waiting
on the other side of the stars,
but I haven't the heart
to hurry
through night's humid hush.

Why must we rush?
Let's just stay
awhile in the porch swing's sway
and let silence have its way
with the two of us.

For Bjorn's prompt at Real Toads
Also submitted to Poetry Pantry

Dread And Fear

If nothing else, I've learned this year
the difference
between dread
and fear.

Fear is the "maybe"
and the "might"
that gives shape
and shadow to the night.

While dread is steady,
sure, and certain -
a beast
that is, itself, a burden.

Fear lends itself
to faith and prayer.
Dread is proof
God doesn't care.

Flood a fear with light;
it might not last.
If it does, it's dread;
fear come to pass.

This still needs a lot of work, but I just couldn't miss Fireblossom Turkeyday at Real Toads.

People

People are interesting,
but only at a distance.  Too close
and I can't see
the forest for the me.

For The Tuesday Platform at Real Toads

Stranger

painting by Rubens Peale

I come as a stranger.

I come as a thief.

I come as a magpie

in search of a sweet

something to swallow

instead of my pride.

I come as a stranger;

will you let me inside?

For The Mag

Needle And Thread

Push me pull me
like a needle and thread.

In and out of your life.
In and out of your bed.

Used to be fine fabric.
Now it's wearing thin.

Nights spun of whole cloth
don't mean nothin' when

I can't mend you.

So love me leave me
like you always do.

Chase the star shine
see where it gets you to.

Compass rose
let her spin and spin.

Where you go
doesn't matter when

I can't go with you.

A relationship poem (Kerry's Ingrid Jonker challenge) for Play It Again at Real Toads. Also submitted to Poetry Pantry.