Beyond Eyes

Forever ended
before now began

to capture
each other
in the lens
of our eyes

beyond eyes

next time
we see

     another

will be
memories

light & colors
scents
of our introduction

see us
concealed
parting ways
&
recollections

impressions
of our
sentimental brevity


©Eusebeia Philos 2013

dVerse Poets Pub: Open Link Night #126

Dust to Dust

If the gods turned you to stone,

I'd lie in long sleep at your feet,

dissolve to the ground and wait

for time to chisel you to dust,

so we could be one, once again.


©Eusebeia Philos 2013

Embrace

Photo credit: NASA

 

Embrace

 

Light from

bright heaven eyes

winks in dark dome of night,

distant witness, our love's tender

embrace.

 

©Eusebeia Philos 2013

 

A cinquain written for dVerse Poets ~ Open Link Night 96

coming back by leaving

 

i left around the month of
dog days -
     an afternoon
when the world blew up
survival was
split time
     'tween heart
          AND mind

you left too
a journey to
     never-LAND
places denied you by
    
     suckling infants
     car rides
     low tides
     rising incense &
     daily lessons

i waited
     in orbit
circling in a vacuum
     (absolute zero will freeze your - )
playing out my
con-tin-gen-cies
     to invoke

gravity pulled me
to a place
i never left
     when you
     teleported
     back from that
     far away look

ETA
on schedule


©Eusebeia Philos 2013

Written for dVersePoets ~ Poetics Trip the Poem Fantastic

Pulling

Skies drop crystal rain waves, black sheets of reality overdose

Wiper blades alternate - slip slap - blur clear - with a lean forward

Wildflowers, satin rhythm, my images of you draw me home


©Eusebeia Philos 2013

A sijo, written with some freedom,  for dVerse Poets ~ Form for All hosted by Samuel Peralta.

your love is like a paper dress

you announce yourself like a letterhead
wherever you go
engraving your persona
here I am

all the makings of royalty
crave the adulation
cherish being observed
live on the looks

your affection is cheap
men leave their marks
ink stains mix with tears
love marked junkie

your heart slips off quickly
ready for love post-disaster
ill fitting
does not suit you

stay away from passion's fire
emotions erupt
spontaneously
affection burns

crumpled in the hands of loveless brutes
not to be worn more than once
you give your love away like a novelty
it cannot last

men read you like yesterday's news
worn out
short-lived disposable
your love is like a paper dress

©Eusebeia Philos 2013

Written for dVerse Poets Open Link Night ~ 91

Gather





Kitchen Table



At my best, twelve sit with me,

family feasting on penne pasta, gnocchi,

sizzling italian sausage, vinegar & oil salad,

warm garlic bread is the last to take its place.

I don't mind the Parmesan cheese or

spills of red wine covering me,

banter and laughter flowing around

me in spontaneous inspiration.

 

I bear it, unmoved, with

legs like pedestals and claw feet,

an island of stability.

Others rock back on two legs,

thrilled to tempt tipping,

reaching out to me for balance.

My support is steady, quiet.

They know me, even

love me in their own way,

knowing I am there, making

it all happen, taking

care to tidy me up,

anticipating

when I'll be needed next -

     

      short homework sessions,

      heads huddled in hushed tones, discussing

      living arrangements for Mom,

      usually morning coffee and pastry crumbs,

      board games in the loud.

 

Sometimes they need me for a late night

emergency. I got pounded

one time when the son called

to say he ran the car into a country ditch.

It wasn't personal,

just business.

 

I've been through it all with them,

be here for the many tomorrows.

Might lose a leaf, but

we'll adapt.

 

 

©Eusebeia Philos 2013

 

Written for dVerse Poets Meeting the Bar: Negative Capability as hosted by Anna Elizabeth Graham

Immersion

"Immersion"

 

Breathing

deeply above

your scented neck, a vein

pulses, a small wave on warm blue

water.

 

 

©Eusebeia Philos 2013

 

Posted for dVerse Poets Form for All ~ The Cinquain

Turn



Early on you taught me,

     remember.

Your hand, butter biscuit warm

reached out to

feel my shadow

until my face turned to you,

     looking,

tasting your sweet breath.

When we talk,

look to me,

          not there

     - here.

I do,

peering in -

teetering with toes to the edge of

a deep canyon where stars

hide until you bid them

rise.

Green and brown stares lock,

mixing in water colors of

unspoken meaning,

perfections of clarity.

Lips moved,

glasses clinked,

eyes spoke.

     Worlds turn,

     leaves turn,

     so do pages in a family album.

Autumn came,

life left your eyes,

bits of me were lost in

pixel reduction,

hovering between opaque

and transparent.

Walls blur,

furniture mixes,

I am solvent, blended

into my surroundings.

Relative to you, I

can't move from your six,

every contact a mere deflection,

     glancing.

Your face is a reflection in

the windows you stare out of,

or a monitor screen,

a faint glow from

a smart phone

buried in distraction.

Conversation is lean,

the functional passes in

efficient phrasing about

     pickup times,

     appointments,

     and to-do lists

while

I silently ask every part

of you

not your face

to

turn.

©Eusebeia Philos 2013

Posted for dVerse Poets OpenLinkNight - 87

Photo credit: Photo Pin



Haiku 9

Veil of molten fog
Crying walls fall from the sky
Where have you gone love?


©Eusebeia Philos 2013