it is spring. some bug has bit me, which in no way excuses the following…
eyes, lips, revealed
i have never seen so many eyes.
so many lips.
lips that want to be kissed.
eyes closed then kissed open.
eyes round. round and down.
into the ground.
eyes that want to fly,
fly into the sky. up.
doors closed are now open.
opened up.
a new smile is reveled.
and then removed [sigh]
such is life.
again [sigh]
so many eyes…
closed.
and then,
opened again.
and again.
revealed.
Yes, April is National Poetry Month.
I wrote this last November, now that spring
is here I’ve decided to give it some sunshine.
Springtime in Space
The point is not lost on me
in the vacuum and permafrost.
I know spring will not touch
this frozen shore.
Heart you have and guard it well,
in a moment of sadness do not dwell.
For you are a favorite son.
You are also a lock. A key. A door!
Open your soul in the frosty kiss
of a winters night.
So near to my heart you are,
yet so far from my sight.
And your name is a love
that I cannot fight.
Irony is, you are the one
who gave me the strength
and the right.
Through your eyes
I know wonder and grace.
Under your feet the world has
become a small beautiful place.
Soon your footsteps
with my own I’ll trace.
Together, apart we’ll pass
the springtime in space.
Gypsy Gentry 