Poem: Meeting

 

 

                       On the bridge, he sips her breath,

                       seals her back, is of her shape

 

                       what she is not. I am already that

                       which they abhor – my unintentioned

 

                       place in their sun, intrusive. If

                       those waters could keep their gaze,

 

                       I’d slip into shadow, retrace my

                       own false steps, turn up elsewhere –

 

                       though when I first began, this path

                       was mine. They notice me – and

 

                       part. Half a step beyond, I am

                       tempted by their love to try again.  

 

                                                                         © Diane Beaty

Poem: A Moment’s Clatter

 

                               Rainbow species’ spacious

                               life. Islands formed by

 

                               raucous nature. Tides below

                               the lifted land. Waters known

 

                               to captivate, revel in

                               all worldly color. Dolphins

 

                               of the brimming sea

                               direction is a reckoning.

 

                               Bent lines, straight lines,

                               longer flats are what

 

                               we wear to each year’s

                               prom. Who could match this

 

                               glistening, the way things

                               open down to nothing?

 

                                                        © Diane Beaty

 

 

Please note: The poem is mine, but the photo used to accompany this post is a clipart photo. Unfortunately, I don’t have the photographer’s name.