Rapture - a Tanka poem

Rapture

Yearning eyes connect

Scent of clover permeates

Both breathe in deeply

Swallowtails flutter within

Exhaling through kissed lips - Lust

Tara S. Gause aka Poetic Goddess Tara Shenéa

© 2010. All Rights Reserved.

Where There is No Love

Where There is No Love

I
Need
You...
I need you to live
But you have no love for me
You fight with might of medication and therapy
With the Sword of Hope and dedication to my retreat
My ultimate defeat
You wage war and come for my life
Wielding weapons of massive light against my dark strike
You have no love for me
When I am the very reason you are now stronger
Why you want to live longer
Why you strive to survive and thrive
You are alive
And I...
I am dying


I am the beast within
Opposite of friend
I am darkness suppressing your light
That do go harshly into that good night
I am a pernicious crab clawing at your soul
I am insatiable feeding on your whole
Flagrant I am, and do not play fair
I am survival in a drowning pool gasping for air
Feel me deeply embedded in your core
And listen in closely as I roar
I am extreme weight loss
That persistent cough
That rash, that lump, that stinging pain
I am that growing tumor in your brain
I am consistent fatigue
Why it's hard to breathe
The mystery in those frequent nose bleeds
I am burning fever and that white spot on your tongue
I am in the aged, I am in the young
Existing in a sinister polyp, red and swelling
I am what is wrong with your demeanor without you telling
I can scream from the largest bone or whisper from the smallest mole
I am the evidence of your worst nightmare, awake as it unfolds
I am that cringe of fear across your face at the diagnosis of my name
I am the reason for lost medical coverage, I am the blame
I am the tears of "Why me?" streaming down your face behind closed doors
I belong to no one else at this moment, I am all yours
I am why you lost your house
Why you lost your spouse
Why you wear a wig
And why you cannot have kids
I am why loved ones are no longer here
I am the answer that no one wants to hear
And I…


I
Needed
You
I needed you in order to live
But you had no love for me
You fought with might of medication and therapy
With the Sword of Hope and dedication to my retreat
My ultimate defeat
You waged war and came for my life
Wielding weapons of massive light against my dark strike
You had no love for me
When I am the very reason you are now stronger
Why you want to live longer
Why you strive to survive and thrive
You are alive
And I...
I am no more
 

Tara S. Gause aka Poetic Goddess Tara Shenéa
© 2010. All Rights Reserved.

Risen

Risen

I am aborted thought sought

Now caught and

reborn into this scribe

Alive

Breathing in inspiration

Exhaling an incantation

of rhythmic syllables sung from nouns and verbs

Parasitic upon the sole power of words

Drinking in its vernacular life force

The fountain source

of this resurrection and expression

of reconstructed muse

Echoing off of the page through the mic

as your triumph, your fancy or your blues

I am that lost point of view

Refocused, reshaped and now used

I am everything that was missing

The paradigm for the vision

I am not forgotten

I exist as authentic dynamism

I am that release of pressure

That puff of air out of the spout of your pen

I am an indelible crucifix

I am thought risen!

Tara S. Gause aka Poetic Goddess Tara Shenéa
© 2010. All Rights Reserved.

The Air of Love - a Tanka poem

The Air of Love

New love in my view…

Lips drip stardust as they kiss

Their essence released

I breathed them in and wrote down

Love – Together Forever

Tara S. Gause aka Poetic Goddess Tara Shenéa

© 2010. All Rights Reserved.

Solamente Amigas - a Loop poem

Solamente Amigas


She and I – we
We agreed to be friends
Friends and nothing more
More involved disappointment and tears
Tears streaming from insecurity
Insecurity fueled by my mistrust 
Mistrust brought on by her addiction
Addiction to all that I am not
Not that it matters at this point
Point fingers, we both can blame
Blame would just push us further away
Away from the friends that we agreed to be
Be my friend she said
Said be my friend after everything!
Everything we had been through
Through tears of love lost, I agreed
Agreed to just be friends
Friends are what we agreed, but what I cannot be...

Tara S. Gause aka Poetic Goddess Tara Shenéa
© 2010. All Rights Reserved.

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The man from my dream last night

walked onto the evening train

I spoke his name

But…

He didn’t respond to my call

I mean, he didn’t look my way at all

He took his seat six benches away from me

Facing me

I stared hoping our eyes would meet

And he would recollect our sweet-heat retreat

And recognize me

No dice

The train began to move in its groove

Swaying…

Rocking…

and trembling our bodies across the tracks

And I again envisioned him embracing my body into his from the back

Softly blowing a pink and red swirl of rose petals around my throat
Whispering Najee type saxophone notes like…

*Doobie, doobie dooooo – woo, woo – ooh-woo-wee, ooooooh*

Translation: “Prayer complete: My love… I have arrived”

Every dead nerve ending in my being was resurrected alive

Surging the urge to merge

As he licked the upper tip of my ear

I could hear the atmosphere

From the beach in Negril

where we chilled and spilled

out our hearts desires near a crackling fire

of past betrayal and hurt

He fed me chocolate-dipped passion fruit without his shirt

He sang for me my favorite song and I hummed along

while belly dancing and blowing kisses of affection

in his direction

An undisguised blessing

He kept me yessing

and yessing, and yessing

over and over again

A soft wind

Brought in the calming scent of the moonlit ocean

With devotion

We walked hand in hand

forming heart-shaped footprints

in midnight blue sands

Speaking our imminence

until the golden sunrise peaked over the land

Six benches away from me was THIS man

Who had me pondering because

Him ignoring me

and not adoring me

was the thing I just could not understand

The train began its pause for the next station

by slowing in a jerking motion

My ebony love potion

Stood

and still never looked my way

He exited the train

as a single tear drop streamed down my face

He walked up the stairs

with all of my cares

I stared

Reminiscing on what I would never forget

As the train and I rolled away Westbound

into the lavender and crimson laced sunset

Tara S. Gause aka Poetic Goddess Tara Shenéa

© 2010. All Rights Reserved.