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The radio
and my lover’s voice
His eyes on the road,
hidden behind dreamy glasses.
We talk away the miles,
and so often find
his words are my own.
That one soul we’ve been weaving
twenty-one years strong.
Delicate
and
Sublime
Blowing in the wind
Passionate
and
Wise
Containing one sunlit field
and
The universe.
Whole.
Tags: My Poetry
Disparate populace of my thoughts
Once unwelcome interlopers
Now fine silken threads: flawed, broken, gorgeous, old
Woven into one
…
No shame in examining, admiring, pondering, remembering
Touch my cheek
Caress the whole
Wrap my soul
…
A magnifying glass
A microscope
Ten steps back
Then ten miles
…
A landscape
A sunset
Moon and stars
…
This is my life
This is my love
This is what binds my heart
and makes me WHOLE.
.
Colleen Sohn
Tags: My Poetry
Warm light
and a
Lithe body skimming
.
Ampersand hovering over the water
mysterious seamless apparition
.
No words
No truths
No forgetting
There
.
A wild rash that brings pleasure with every scratch.
No cure
No hope of healing
.
Ampersand hovering over the water
and and and
.
Glide and dive
Collect a pebble:
this moment,
eons ago.
Hold them fast
.
Colleen Sohn
Tags: My Poetry
Zing and fling
Muffle and kerfuffle
words that rhyme.
The repetition
dulling bright intellects
in leaden precious pockets.
This redundancy
this mindless work
a steady stream of liquid pink on crisp paper
scallop after scallop
sharp scissors
and glue:
happiness
flaxen sunlight on pale winter skin
before an eager tearing of envelopes
a melting of veins
and
spirits rising over hill and dale
and vast landscapes,
miles and feet between.
Strangers, friends, and lovers uniting
in a gleeful tangle
of mirth
made by one
but for us all.
…
Art & Letters is a collaboration:
Art by Maren Jensen
Interpreted by Colleen Sohn
Tags: Art & Letters, My Poetry
Twenty-one years since our first date.
Crossing a threshold, more years together than not.
We talk and dream and laugh
and sometimes cry.
We ache and burn and soothe.
We hear though sometimes we do not listen
and want to throttle and curse
and laugh again.
We shower one another with kisses
and words whispered in lust
and LOVE
and hearts full
of everything and everyone we’ve ever been,
together.
Tags: My Poetry
