Ode to a Peach

With liquid
dribbling down
my chin
onto the floor
and fingers
sticky wet with
juicy sweetness
as I lip soft
flesh melting
against my
tongue and teeth.
The warmth of
sunlit gold
caresses with
each bite of
pinkish radiating
out from
amber center
nestled along
the corrugated
canyons of
the pip.
And then it's
gone.

© Eleanor Clark
31 August 2013

Dreamer

To you the dreamer
given dreams beyond
your ken -
you cannot know
the ache
of laying heart
upon the altar
where hope
lies burning in
flamed despairing
desire spoken.
Perhaps the tempered
steel in soul
is worth the burning,
but the pain of
killing dreams
to build another
leaves searing
scars upon the soul.

© Eleanor Clark
30 August 2013

At Midnight

At midnight's call
in waking sleepless
hours of the day
she waits and
faints at thought
of impossibilities
possible perhaps
when looking back
through time
in space and
wandering in
the darkness
looking up
to see the stars
she weeps to know
the burdens she
must bear before
she reaches
safety and the shore.

© Eleanor Clark
30 August 2013

Song of Stars

In pain

my heart

beats for

you in

fear that

time and

distance

might dim

the spark

that never

had a

chance to burst

to flame.

To wish

that destiny

might grant

another

moment

filled in

shadowed

sunlit

light;

perchance

the spark

might flower

and bloom

with all

the yearning

wish of years

in slumber kept

across the ocean

of our dreams.

And doubt

this weary

heart

o’ercome

in tear stained

nights

of what-ifs

that murder

love - and hope

that is hard to

quell amid

the chaos of

the indifferent

sobbing stars.

© Eleanor Clark

23 August 2013

Limbo

Limbo is a kind of hell.
Stuck between two worlds.
In neither feeling home.

© Eleanor Clark
8 August 2013

Starry Night

Last night
under
star-strewn sky
I sat awhile
and dreamed
into the wells
of space and time
of you and me
and light
and lonely
clouded prisms
shining in the
black.

© Eleanor Clark
10 August 2013