poetry diary

Even the possibility of you
is gone now. We dreamt of love together
in the snow. You kissed me. I felt we knew
a secret pathway – each to another,
long lost and sought. Others saw, quietly;
speaking only with their eyes, and smiling.
I liked that. So gently told and softly,
your words flowed, and heart ranged, always yearning.
I was naïve. Ambition cannot stop
unsettled pasts, chasing wakes, catching up,
and unvoiced fears rise at last to the top;
I just wish the end had not been so abrupt.
You have made sure. The possibility
of you, is gone now.

© Matthew Rhodes 2011

Emotions, like autumn leaves wind-stirred, float,
and fall back to cover red-raw earth, soft
with your last breath on my cheek. If you wrote –
just one line, sunlight warming seeds tossed
by your smile to the ground, I would not wait;
new stems would rise to greet the light, partners
in growth and joy; we’d make afresh our fate,
and find new strength and space: who cares who errs?
But maybe it is easier to stop.
Skies are cold and clods strain beneath the frost.
Un-nurtured leaves will drift, decay and drop;
Our chance, that came, and went, was worth the cost.
I wanted so to strive and yearn with you,
But if you won’t, I cannot face the dew.

©2011 Matthew Rhodes

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Shared with Poets United May 15 2011

are others. Waves lapping on untamed shores;
flotsam, current-guided to unknown bays.
Sands shift, pebbles move; waters are kisses:
dissolving as they ebb, turning sand grains.

Leaves brushed by floated breeze, caress air
and fall, embracing earth and boot, water
darkens and stirs – damp rising from the worm
blends into mist and breath, warm against skin.

New feelings, like children born, grow and die
leaving echoes, and strange resonances
in unexpected places. So to you
I will come, beyond self, sincere in love.

© 2011 Matthew Rhodes

I found them almost accidentally,
and on my screen just grey on white –
cold to the touch (I tested this, later)
But as I read my whole soul leapt,
and fire, not snow, flew upwards –
through my chest and arms,
entered my heart (and head too)
swirling, eating, biting – then flowing, settling,
to a complete certainty – completely consumed
by your words, I’m yours. Take me now.

© 2010 Matthew Rhodes

Sometimes, I think about you quietly,
And the rustling of the trees is your dress.

Sometimes, I dream of moments together,
And the sunlight on the stonework is your hair.

Sometimes, I reflect on your feelings,
And the scattering stream mirrors your soul.

Sometimes, I recall our conversation,
And the wind is whispering your words.

Sometimes, we are friends,
And the waiters’ eyes say otherwise.

Always, when I am alone,
Memories of you lie so softly on my heart.

© 2010 Matthew Rhodes