what are you?

what is a heart, i ask

is it you? do you hear me?

flowing blood
protecting love
building walls
melting eyes

always beating . . . beating . . .

you carry lifetimes

of veins

of cells

and secrets of who we are

© r.e.l. 7/9/12

image of my soy latte by simeon schatz photography

covered in moss

write with me
… as if i’m writing you
… as if i hear only your voice

your substance, your curves, your nuances, your eyes
as if for the first time
seeing me, perhaps
as a tiny particle of life in the ripple of a pond

it’s true, i remember the stars
when we first met

did you know that the cobble stones
on our path
each covered in moss
growing
alive
know that to provide direction
to you
is to cheat you of your trail of treasures in life?

… with your warm beaming clouds

listen to them
(.  .  .)
i do

© r.e.l. 5/27/12

Posted for Thursdays Poet Rally 6/6-6/13/12 on Hyde Park Poetry


enough of words

be careful, don’t forget
you are gazing at the light
as you search for meaning
horizons, expanded…

i come to you without me
without a sound
hidden behind no door

…enough of words
you are my precious moments,
revealed,
rising together with us
as parts

© r.e.l. 5/8/12

 


Posted on Poetry Picnic 5/13-5/20/12 on Jingle Poetry

Featured in Freedom to Shine on redbubble

Chosen by Redbubble artist sure2010 as pairing with his artwork Illumination Happening

an idea

unveiled…

your eyes are the windows
to a lifetime
of wisdom
within

practicing…
you hear
what’s written on your face
arriving as you are

the flame in the fire
has an idea
what i’m thinking

r.e.l. 12/12/11

Posted for Thursday Poet Rally 12/15-12/21/11 on The Poetry Palace

Received the Perfect Poet Award. Thank you, poet community!  I accept… For next week I nominate Big Ape Diary  🙂 -robin

Posted on Micropoetry for theme #windows

between spaces of time, misty

between spaces of time, misty
you start to believe
that you always have time
like a river

a precious you
is waiting to notice
in this moment
saved for you

see through
what follows you home
to be your pillow…
a winding path
on a daydream
leads to your smile

it’s already for you
to hear,
so listen to its whisper
you are beautiful

© r.e.l. 9/22/11

image of yoga robin™

by s i m s h a

Posted for Thursday Poets Rally 9/21-9/27/11 on Poetry Palace