DARING HEARTS-
Tell me...
How did your heart become so daring, so bold?
How do you spin such ripen fruit on tongue,
threading hope into wounded hearts,
just the way you do?
Your voice isn't soft, it doesn't bleed-on or crack.
It's deep in timbre and rich yet ever still-
your lips stay steady and soft.
Tell me...
How do you do it?
How does a man speak as deep in kindness as he feels?
It's a bit of a conundrum really, a riddle perhaps...
A witty little puzzle to unravel some staggering surprise,
that later, stabs you in the back, maybe not-
I'll tell you though, it was the first time I wasn't scared.
I just sat quite still, wide-eyed and exposed below
the cherry wood trees, safely soothed under an open canopy
that was yours and that also seemed to be mine-
We shared honey fare like they were passing clouds,
each one having its own unique shape and design
until we both looked up and saw our own thoughts
floating by...
deep, in the sky...
I asked you to speak your poem to me in the way
you truly feel it because when you hand me your heart,
I want to keep it even closer to mine-
I want to know the strength and rhythm deep inside your being;
the one that moves you, that grooves you,
that has you rich and wild on that jazzy beat and tone
underneath my skin, thumping on the brass bell in July,
we mix and mingle a beguiling combination; steady and strong,
light and breezy, untamed, unashamed-
Come stroll with me in the park, let us pause between-
- the beats, to help us better hear the heart. One step at a time,
we carved strawberry-striped paths, spinning against time
to find the right direction toward a watered-down world.
Can you feel it moving up, you said?
Well, was it the world that just lifted or was it your soul
that seemed to grow just a little bit higher in its nature?
Broken paths find their way straight among those tiny
purple maple trees and wild grasses screaming yellow.
It's days like this,
when peace hangs in air like soft clouds cling to sky.
It's palpable, the silence-
It's only heard through the felt sense and if you're lucky,
maybe your eyes will catch a glimpse of it,
when you think to look-
Peace is ever-present; it hangs from summer leaves
like dewdrops at dawn hold on steady, just a little longer
before they sail toward earth.
It rises in weed and pasture, fills desires in dandelions
flutters-by on striped tails kicking up loose dirt,
sliding safe into auburn bushes-
Peace is sweet.
She dangles from legs, swinging feet above cracked stone
with no fear of being swallowed.
Her child inside surprised,
when they found her name in the chuckle patch, and you-
fascinated to watch water drizzle down rocks going nowhere
but staying ever present-
Soon, my head laid comfort on your shoulder.
We watched weeping willows whisper the bird’s song skyward
and peace came upon us-
Placed our hands together beneath twined grapevines
and swirling affection through bloomed fingertips.
Where do we explore next, I said…? Let's go!
Find some chubby green frogs sitting on rocks in the stream,
blow a thousand white wishes across red and yellow tulip fields,
watch ground hogs dive under abandoned barns,
then cross brooks over rocks
to dance and twirl by street lamps in the parking lot!
We chased the dream all the way-
until light fell in our eyes then lying still, under sparklers ablaze
never felt so calm-
How did such a star-spangled night find us...?
How did you call upon moonlight,
draped over face and oval eyes...?
How did time move breath,
breathing into belly's holding onto the others' content
ever... so... gently...?
It's okay...
Place your soft kisses on my lips and stay there for a little while
and even a little longer still...
because the moments before are so fleeting-
Night draws black curtains just before the plunge into darkness
and darkness, moves on without us until there's no more-
But I'm still here and you’re there.
Then I thought, when did my heart become so daring, so bold?
- J. Circosta, Tiny Poet
Daring Hearts - For Jared, ©7.7.2017
Poems from Passion
Tell me...
How did your heart become so daring, so bold?
How do you spin such ripen fruit on tongue,
threading hope into wounded hearts,
just the way you do?
Your voice isn't soft, it doesn't bleed-on or crack.
It's deep in timbre and rich yet ever still-
your lips stay steady and soft.
Tell me...
How do you do it?
How does a man speak as deep in kindness as he feels?
It's a bit of a conundrum really, a riddle perhaps...
A witty little puzzle to unravel some staggering surprise,
that later, stabs you in the back, maybe not-
I'll tell you though, it was the first time I wasn't scared.
I just sat quite still, wide-eyed and exposed below
the cherry wood trees, safely soothed under an open canopy
that was yours and that also seemed to be mine-
We shared honey fare like they were passing clouds,
each one having its own unique shape and design
until we both looked up and saw our own thoughts
floating by...
deep, in the sky...
I asked you to speak your poem to me in the way
you truly feel it because when you hand me your heart,
I want to keep it even closer to mine-
I want to know the strength and rhythm deep inside your being;
the one that moves you, that grooves you,
that has you rich and wild on that jazzy beat and tone
underneath my skin, thumping on the brass bell in July,
we mix and mingle a beguiling combination; steady and strong,
light and breezy, untamed, unashamed-
Come stroll with me in the park, let us pause between-
- the beats, to help us better hear the heart. One step at a time,
we carved strawberry-striped paths, spinning against time
to find the right direction toward a watered-down world.
Can you feel it moving up, you said?
Well, was it the world that just lifted or was it your soul
that seemed to grow just a little bit higher in its nature?
Broken paths find their way straight among those tiny
purple maple trees and wild grasses screaming yellow.
It's days like this,
when peace hangs in air like soft clouds cling to sky.
It's palpable, the silence-
It's only heard through the felt sense and if you're lucky,
maybe your eyes will catch a glimpse of it,
when you think to look-
Peace is ever-present; it hangs from summer leaves
like dewdrops at dawn hold on steady, just a little longer
before they sail toward earth.
It rises in weed and pasture, fills desires in dandelions
flutters-by on striped tails kicking up loose dirt,
sliding safe into auburn bushes-
Peace is sweet.
She dangles from legs, swinging feet above cracked stone
with no fear of being swallowed.
Her child inside surprised,
when they found her name in the chuckle patch, and you-
fascinated to watch water drizzle down rocks going nowhere
but staying ever present-
Soon, my head laid comfort on your shoulder.
We watched weeping willows whisper the bird’s song skyward
and peace came upon us-
Placed our hands together beneath twined grapevines
and swirling affection through bloomed fingertips.
Where do we explore next, I said…? Let's go!
Find some chubby green frogs sitting on rocks in the stream,
blow a thousand white wishes across red and yellow tulip fields,
watch ground hogs dive under abandoned barns,
then cross brooks over rocks
to dance and twirl by street lamps in the parking lot!
We chased the dream all the way-
until light fell in our eyes then lying still, under sparklers ablaze
never felt so calm-
How did such a star-spangled night find us...?
How did you call upon moonlight,
draped over face and oval eyes...?
How did time move breath,
breathing into belly's holding onto the others' content
ever... so... gently...?
It's okay...
Place your soft kisses on my lips and stay there for a little while
and even a little longer still...
because the moments before are so fleeting-
Night draws black curtains just before the plunge into darkness
and darkness, moves on without us until there's no more-
But I'm still here and you’re there.
Then I thought, when did my heart become so daring, so bold?
- J. Circosta, Tiny Poet
Daring Hearts - For Jared, ©7.7.2017
Poems from Passion
