Friday, April 23, 2010

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.

Friday, April 09, 2010

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.

Wednesday, April 07, 2010

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.

Sunday, April 04, 2010

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.

Saturday, April 03, 2010

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.

Friday, April 02, 2010

Untitled 1

Untitled 1

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.
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