Magic Knowing

Swell, swoon, swirl

My toes in Arizona...Clouds make the best sunset

Dipping
Holding her garments high
Blind meeting
Birthday gift
Christmas stocking
Magic knowing
Mind echos Yes 
On tongue's tip
Love

Midnight, New Year
First kiss
Fire place and works
Flame to ember
Steady glow
Snow and angels
Magic knowing
Sunset in her pocket
On tongue's voice
Love

© 2014 by Tammy Secord. All rights reserved.
This is a repeat of one I did...gosh almost 4 years ago. Was reminded of it by Poetry Jam's prompt of sunset. I love sunsets and if I could I would carry one in my pocket so I could look at it whenever I fancied.

The Birds and The Bees

The birds

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And the bees
Most definitely
Their knees

Assume
Such habits
As those dear
Little rabbits

Be fruitful and multiply

© 2014 by Tammy Secord. All rights reserved.
Inspired by birds, bees and bunnies at Poetry Jam this week.

Pedestal Created

Mag 101

They fell in love
Deeply
As poets often do

Discovered
She the muse
He the afflatus

Pet nouns
Relation verbs
Endearment terms

He left
Her on the
Pedestal created

© 2012 by Tammy Newman. All rights reserved.


A quick stab at getting myself back into the practice. It's been way too long. In response to picture prompt from The Mag.

Summer Lover

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I lie here in anticipation
Soaking you in
My skin glows
From the weight of your heat
Pressed against me
Burning me
The scent of us
Reaching my nostrils
Soothing me
Lying still
Begging for more
You hide behind a cloud
Returning to caress me
Again and again
I absorb you greedily
Not wanting this to end
Again you cloud over
Leaving me behind
Shivering
Yearning to feel your heat once more

© 2011 by Tammy Newman. All rights reserved.

I love being warm. I love feeling the heat of the sun on my skin. So I thought about how it would be if the sun were a lover. 

Love Lost

Love lost is
Better than
Never found
All the better
For it having been

Walking this
Tightrope of
Hope
Sleeping with
The memory

Grieving agog
Draped from
Rye and Reality

© 2010 by Tammy Newman. All rights reserved.


I've posted this on One Stop Poetry. Check out their site for really great pieces of work.

Parables of the Brokenhearted

My shine is a little dull this morning
I'm tired of understanding
So hideous, it's stunning
I don't want to think
Of how you don't want me
Restless in my house
Our house, my house
Tossing and turning in my bed
Our bed, my bed
I sleep with the memory of you

I am the daisy
Whose petals are plucked away
As you decide if you love me
I am the tree
Whose bark you cut
To write your initials in
I am the ring you tossed
For your trophy

In the shower I lather
My face wet
I miss you
I'm sorry telling you I love you
Hurts you
I wish it made you smile
Coffee black
Sugarless
Where did it all go?
No control, spiraling
How did I lose you?

I am the daisy
Whose petals are plucked away
As you decide if you love me
The tree whose bark you cut
To write your initials in
The ring you tossed
For your trophy

I wish I made you smile
I sleep with the memory of you
My shine is a little dull

© 2010 by Tammy Newman. All rights reserved.

The prompt of One Shoot Sunday made me think of heartache and reminded me of this lyric I wrote for a friend over a year ago. It also a perfect contribution to Jingle Poetry Potluck on moods and feelings.

Magic Knowing

Swell, swoon, swirl
Dipping
Holding her garments high
Blind meeting
Birthday gift
Christmas stocking
Magic knowing
Mind echos Yes
On tongue's tip
Love

Midnight, New Year
First kiss
Fire place and works
Flame to ember
Steady glow
Snow and angels
Magic knowing
Sunset in her pocket
On tongue's voice
Love

This entry was inspired by this week's Magpie. The image invokes thoughts of a winter romance for me, which is how mine began.