The Book

As she swept
the book out from
her lap so came
her secrets
spilling.
Words,
sounds,
movement;
all interpretations of
desire
trickling down the binding
and arousing
her spirit.

 

I love when I see something and the words spill forth in pure inspiration completely out of my control. This poem came to me after seeing a provocative image a friend posted on Instagram with the note…”Many interpretations…all accurate.”  Thank you, Vesta

Namastè
©NicholeDonjè

To Love…

To love is…
to hold not only the fun but the fear.
to listen.
to find security in what you do not know;
In what you are willing to learn.

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Namastè

©NicholeDonjè

Bookstore Poet

Metamorphosis

Reaching toward indecent exposure
My body writhes inside.
Gasping with each incomparable breath,
Waiting to exhale with no relief.
Heat relieving pressure
Where hands play conforming to my shape.
Bodies melding in the molten fire of one being;

A metamorphosis.

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Artist: Bob Dilworth (painting segment) http://bobdilworth.com/

Namastè

©NicholeDonjè

Love Is…

Love is…

never forgetting

always wondering
asking

making time
forgiving

surrendering to life

profound

constantly moving
unselfish

never cruel
taking chances

listening

a gentle caress
a sensual kiss

a reassuring glance

a rollercoaster ride

a pool of confusion
foolish in the eyes of many

sad for those who know it not

an emptying of souls
a filling of hearts

unpolluted whispers
wings of freedom

infinity

bare feet on warm silky sands

bananas in your cereal
a good beer and Mexican food

chocolate on ice cream
a popsicle in the summer

orange juice with breakfast
sunshine on a crystal clear stream

a day off in hectic times

smiling freely

feeling playful
dancing in the rain

swimming in the moonlight
making love under the stars or in the sun

feeling the open air on your skin

embracing your life

finding your way in the darkest of times
Knowing you are not alone

This all is Love

Namastè

©NicholeDonjè

A Destination

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I seek a destination
in the blurred lines
of my consciousness.

Now
is not necessarily
where I reside.

It’s in the distance
in the past where
I find myself lingering
Searching for the answer

I am only present
in fleeting moments,
like a buzzing sound
flashing by me as I sleep

How do I stop traveling?
Savor the now?

The air is only sweet
when I take it in deeply.

Namastè
©NicholeDonjè

Haiku Mondays

How does time change pace?
I need to find my moment,
and let the rest go.

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Namastè

©NicholeDonjè

The Wind

I am moved by the wind. How it recites to me in whimsy the colors of the sunset, the secrets of the trees. I often laugh as it shares the giddiness of its antics; toying with the birds pushing them back as they labor forward then toppling trash cans and blaming raccoons. There is so much to learn if one eavesdrops thoughtfully and observes her variance. It takes patience to understand her divergent ways and I embrace each distinction. It fuels me on a quiet day. It satisfies me when I am lost.

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Namastè

©NicholeDonjè

Haiku Mondays

A window is not
just a look out to the world;
it opens as well.

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photo by Autumn Brooks

Namastè

©NicholeDonjè