Archive | June 2012

6/24/ 2012 – Patricia A. Hawkenson’s Reflections – Child’s Play

(From Poetic Bloomings prompt:  http://poeticbloomings.com/)

Child’s Play

I have blown my share
of tiny bubbles
sending them drifting off
to space,
yet not one of them
with my breath
could live a second more.

So when God
was done mixing up
the heavens and the earth,
I hope his mother
tenderly kissed his head,
and let him lick the spoon.

6/11/2012 – Patricia A. Hawkenson’s Reflections – Just Beneath the Mirror’s Surface

Just Beneath the Mirror’s Surface

We are water.

Our words pour out
our grief.

Heated in our argument
our flowing tears
cloud our thinking.

It might be easier
to push them back,
but we must put our palms together
and our righteousness aside.

To smear clarity through the fog,
and bring us into focus,
we need to retouch
our unyielding words.

Our hearts pour out
our love.

We are water.

6/9/2012 – Patricia A. Hawkenson’s Reflections – Guillotine

(Writer’s Digest – 2nd Place Winner- Quatern Challenge 3/05/2012)

Guillotine

When your lips brush my yielding neck,
I remember why I should turn
away from all the sharpened words
that landed with a cutting edge.

Your warm breath tries to soften me
when your lips brush my yielding neck,
but I’m still stiff and suspended
above your pensive punishment.

Even though I reprimand you
as your strong arms coil around me,
when your lips brush my yielding neck,
you make me want to struggle less.

For I’ve been found guilty of love,
and if I have to bite my tongue,
I’ll forgive my shoulders dropping
when your lips brush my yielding neck.

6/03/2012 – Patricia A. Hawkenson’s Reflections – Only a Sigh

Only a Sigh

The dark summer night
hid their desire
till the stars came out
and kissed their skin.

Her breath came slowly
only a sigh
but he inhaled it
till it filled his soul.

The rhythm of the night
lulled her to sleep
and he blew out the stars
with only a sigh.

6/03/2012 – Patricia A. Hawkenson’s Reflections – Dandelions

Dandelions

Summer offers
her warming light
so playful children
can butter their chins.

Finally going to seed
it takes only a puff of air
to tear them limb from limb
and send them flying.

Each little fluff

flies to a tender place
that welcomes it
and lets it grow.

And dandelions, too,
want nothing more
than the wind to lift them
and carry them home.