The Candid Moment

Linking with the Sunday Muse for Muse # 95

hosted by one of my favorite poets in the whole world

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“A poet looks at the world the way a man looks at a woman.”  ~ Wallace Stevens

The world is a runway and poets are forever in a photo shoot

Clicking through the blue smoke

Of life’s illusions

Searching for the candid moment

seeing every heartache

parting the lips of unspoken words

And capturing every hidden truth

Exposing life and love

 naked, raw, and lovely

not for the eyes to examine or identify

but for the heart

to truly behold.

Life Holds Love Hard

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A man is not where he lives, but where he loves. ~Latin Proverb

Life holds love hard and eager to not  let it go

And love cups life gently with open hands

They kiss every night by the light of the moon

For life is nothing without love

Just an empty pool

That no one can swim

Cold like the arctic

Where bare feet cannot tread

Yet when love is ours to hold

We see it in everything that surrounds us

And we become both fulfilled within

and part of the blended beauty

that encompasses every step we take

I have held love and felt it

A hypnotic and powerful tugging

A longing that drives us to the farthest of places

And takes us back home safely again

And sometimes tattered and torn

I have endured many sleepless nights

To keep it safe and alive

Dabbed its brow with a soft wet cloth

To bring the fever down

Picking it up to keep it from danger

And at times I have had to let it go

Giving it the freedom, it surely deserved

And even then my love grew stronger

For life is nothing without love.

Best Laid Plans and The Best Boots Ya Got.

Linking with the Sunday Muse for Muse # 93

Once I had plans tucked in my pockets so deep

To see the world and do the greatest of things

Like maps to a fortune and hopes only key

I would never let them out of my reach

No matter where I rested my head

I had dreams of better things up ahead

Then one day when the bluest sky was a deeper grey

I spread them out like fresh linen would surely lay

Somehow there were wrinkles that no iron could press

Not what my younger self would have come to expect

Sometimes life knocks you plum off your feet

Ruffles your feathers and loses your only keys

You just have to pull yourself up off the ground

Dust off your trousers

And wear your best boots to town.