Ghazals
I
Love the quiet, liquid dark, skin shine after a storm
It washed in lately with me and mine after a storm
Blue chairs on beaches, sea oats, lonely mailbox delivery
Walking the strand this time after a storm
Turtles move with tides, my tiny one sleeps and cries
Time passes lightning strikes far off after a storm
Puzzle pieces strewn round kitchen table jumble
Test my mental metal reach for rhymes after a storm
Far off blue, this part of you, I cannot touch or know
Billows gently on Beth’s morning laundry line after a storm
II
Chocolate drops drip, my tongue trips we fall down inside my mind
Valentines daze me, roses, daisies candied lips inside my mind
Velvety sheets, deep red wine, blood spit shine
Love letters galore will not quit inside my mind
Coast of Maine, shuttered windows, stuttered words, the old days
Twang and thrum and hearts well lit inside my mind
Too many days and water over bridges, what’s yours is mine,
And every single hurt and sweetness sticks inside my mind
Elephant memory, trumpet vine, we wrap we warp we
Intertwine, the ways of forgiveness candle lit inside my mind
So give Beth a rose, for real and true and a beating heart
This year from you, all sadness gone, no petals ripped inside my mind
Early Morning Poems 