poems – Page 15 – June Kaplan

the more I love
Byjucasso
cast a line unbroken bond an anchor fonder foibles gone, in the blush
of summer warm a trip enthused
to dip my muse in leaves of gold to leave a portrait mold the mask
clay crazed with ink on porcelain, pinches pots tall and slim what
have me nots walls thin obscure red cadmium, a chance to paint my
heroine
upon the gates to fence me in-in bravery to battle sin
one settles for a common theme as more distraught a flaw have been,
but for a whim to win or lose with everything-amused the losses
prove-moving me to choose the blues/
pink hues in skies of gray-and were it yet the way
I feel for you today, the more I love, the words
have more to say, in gratitude and prayer I try
again to care
coming about in the wind without
coming apart as it seems, to win my dreams.
centering potential
Byjucasso
love is the quintessential elemental
guiding star, that glistens in arabesque fluted crystal
shine to bless limitless time shared in a heartbeat
with sound so sweet as nearer the month of May
merry a nights day very well tells the way secret squall the seagull rises
falls across every mile of the bay-stay heart bright
sight the moon white in pale blue sky
and I-wonder what to say to show this love of mine
is not Blaise-I promise solace in the art of honesty
in sobriety there is a quality in centering potential
the personal exceptional acceptance of kindness.
in the main
Byjucasso
cool moon loom cloud strewn
bathe in the wave a stormy brew
pick up the pieces of artifact
dormant adornment renewed
love forever resolves
the heart of hearts is rock
to waste not one minute longer
fell the faint repose
a scent of essential rose
causes me to live again
compose the pearls of prose
to know you in the world
meeting you on the apron of the proscenium
applauding the prologue well writ
hung lanterns like half moons the theatre is well lit
I chug my mug drinking half the carafe
no one laughs
good humor seems a fault-old habits heed to halt
the even measure of a tender talk
insulted by the casualty of salt upon the broiled beef
the look in eyes foretelling of their disbelief
regardless of the hour a restless breath
would you not care the heart would break
a jealous death would take my soul
in darkness rivers I to drown
without the loveliness of you to find
one crystal clear morning
with love and drawing
memories in mind
encased in lace and gold finery
in ancient places old fiery
remembrance enfold a dynasty
in weather cold and blustery
spring chill the air is bold musty
a pause to paint the plausible rain
to let go of the worry
as time heals all fury in the main.
he never wore blue jeans
Byjucasso
in the besiege of days when your
cold hands entrap an older man
acceptance enwrapped in
bittersweet memory-all the world
is your cage to step the path of rage
so long unsure where nothing seems
to matter anyway yet for you
a Titan manufacturer of goods
irreverent so greatly misunderstood
standing for the worker as he would
decisive respectful of people in the know
spiteful of every enemy choosing his battles
keeping his demons well hidden inside the family
emotional deeply damaged big daddy
a partner for his Penny give her a Cadillac
business where he thrived/relationships made him scream
he never wore blue jeans
off-beat never found his niche
thought his mother was a bitch
had a soft spot for his brother
but hated his sister in-law
because she thought he was too rich
there were cars and bars and family trips
there were yachts that docked-the 5pm dewers sips
a cooler dueler duly noted singer bread winner
would be hard to find
dancing the night in time to unwind with his
beautiful wife
and the kids were as loved as rare bottles of wine.
serenity
Byjucasso
slay the dragon of disparage
burst like a fountain at dusk
emancipate the chain of loss
found are the grounds to walk
away
at the end of the day
traffic going every which way
head downtown
place papers in a purse
face the evening things could be worse
final chances undo a curse
that drown sorrows shattered
getting fatter nothing mattered
until stifled air hurled me to the floor
not strong enough to bear the weight of worn
a mighty tug upon a heart of hurt
a dangerous flirt with everything
inert-I heard the gentle calling
of a girl sleep-walking in the world,
falling from the river bank into
a swirling stream away from land
swimming with the tide far out
to sea-letting her go the biggest part of me-duality in identity-do
not suffer endlessly-climb the rocks serenity
and let it be
a dream
in thoughtful memory.
weep for papa
Byjucasso
conflict
inner turmoil spoils the child
introspection in expression
aging changes digression
mad to wild
a presence to inhabit
a hostel roaming smile
in whiles on Manhattan island
to best the dire day
I lay low alone
and have it out with words as if to say
the king of swords sent me away
and I am so much bluer
no messages to woo him
depression is a cruel thing
I thought I knew him
alone under stars cold blank bite
I grieve that nothing stays the same
an eve to weep for papa
as mama plays the game
dancing to an enchanted tune
how fortunate the fame
he holds her arm will not let go
the Yankee and his dame.
a mind in kind
Byjucasso
and the angel said
we work together here in heaven
receive a reprieve redeem in reverence envelope the meridian,
rhythm resound regard
cyclical symmetrical symbols
send seekers to your cavernous unabridged gap to live and let live, as
wind falls short of breath caught like a hawk swift upon prey-day will
dawn come peach and plum that boast the horn of plenty
salt of the earth ocean waves
save untimely minutes many
lucky go merry as lite as a faerie,
reduce the juice plump and heavy,
hold love in the palm of your hand,
greet loved ones like waves upon
the sand, ever humbled by the beauty of ocean breezes, summer days to
feel this way a heart so warm beckons
the sun to shine for thou and thine in a most sunburnt season-
to fathom faraway come what may
a mind in kind may reason.
angels in your way
Byjucasso
breathe a sigh of relief to answer grief
as green the juicy leaf clings to stem a requiem for root deep in the
earth a salty saucy soil a melodious memory of where you stood
enhanced in feeling such sweet harmony-
take me in from summer rains that catch the mellow blues and grays,
expanse of white lite up the sky, yellow clouds shield birds who want
to be alone-grateful for a forgetful wind shy sublime inverted blown
apart to shatter trees uprooted rattle-
flying across the source of the soft
mauve sod-bring your pride pick fruit like a pastor, find the throes
of angels in your way that tire but preserve
my darling my dear
joy will quiet our fear
that tear down the walls
between us here.
there in the shadows
Byjucasso
there in the shadows of the light
my heart stores gladness in a night
the most beautiful sound is silence
bright morning moon ever humbled by the dawn
trace your chaste oil based medium as untouched time to wander
found folded in a book leaves of grass and cherry blossoms charm her
because of you your golden rule
will calm her
a message thought from the soul to the eyes
caught like rainwater in a basin of beauty
to feel the passions of a morning song
seen by someone so sweetly significant
setting aside the fits of misfortune
forever felt the sweet angel in the room.
by the water
Byjucasso
when faith is wax a primal
sheen,
upon the text of nevertheless taken too extreme
down by the cold clear stream
walk on water
first sins washed away
we were young and gay
innocent the nubile babe
in her mothers crescent arms
soft cheek hand feet beside the borrowed creek
where suns and moons spin sleek and cool
to sound their round physiques
to lift
daylight to nestle in nests made from
nettles petals twigs stem leaves mud clay
every being should have her day in the sun
walk with me by the water take my hand
bring us peace. Amen.