Flag scarf
left on park bench.
Torn edge caught by the wind
snaps the air in staccato beat.
'Freedom' . . .

Only
the moth knows why
he flutters to the light.
To warm himself; perchance he is
lonely.

She hides
in cool tall grass.
He does not see her there
as she watches him fly away
tonight.

He is
drawn to the light.
Instead of bliss, he finds
it is dark inside the dustpan.
Swept up.

Sequins
on that new dress
I wore to the party.
Cast a few pennies in the well.
Wished - you.

Her hair,
soft strand of silk,
glides through his fingertips.
Unbound tresses freefall from her
ribbon.

Sunflower Ecstasy

she stands before the clean canvas
in oversize blue shirt, ready to create
paintbrush poised for the first stroke
yellow paint dripping from its full tip
the rolled up sleeves are splattered
in dripped splotches of bright yellow
why did he leave her without a word ?
her thoughts to action in one motion
as canvas accepts her furious yellows
sunflowers emerge stroke by stroke
bare legs splattered grievously green
as the forbidding scene gains its life
blue, red, then orange find their place
dabbled, dribbled, sunlit prism hues
head to toes, she is marbled ecstasy
stepping back to admire her creation
the answering machine blinking wildly
half a dozen calls to return ... one caller
she smiles with each message received
catching her happy image in the mirror
hair, face splattered in glistening colors
the wet sunflower garden rests upon a wall
titled, 'Sunflower Ecstasy' as she laughs
so glad he called ... needing his favorite shirt

No Answers Tonight ... a sonnet

you are love timid heart of long wished schemes
soft your eyes of blue fall upon my face
your star twinkled musings ... seductive dreams
such loving gaze ... no longer leaves your trace

delicate sweetness ... you come in to find
my lips may yet want a lingering kiss
esculent your touch of my chocolate mind
holds my thoughts with your crimson hiss

is it your hands or tender kiss I need ?
forever is hidden within welled eyes
reasons unreeved though eternity sees
leave the questions to hands that untie

take my trembling fingers in yours ... hold tight
love has questions without answers tonight

Now Glass ...

stolen were these eyes of blue
then cast upon the starry hues
to the heavens they were thrown
for my love could not be shown
by touch I am looking at you
into the darkness ... black to blue
I swirl to sky ... my tornadic bend
to everywhere I rise ... ascend
carried on winds of truth at last
seen through eyes, now of glass
in comfort, though not my own
I am satisfied ... I am home

No Compassion

this heart isn't the same as
when you first touched it ...
oh, aching heart can't forget
to beat and thunder inside me
once more in loss, sweet love
your forked tongue speaks
sign language, devours my heart
as watched soul, naked pride
has no compassion to melt into
no thought ... I can feel it all
the pain, the sorrow ... every
breath is forgotten ... a beaten
heart that has wilted ... jaded
from all the sadness life has
brought, the loss of a friend...
none compares to losing you

Neptune's Toll

she held him close one last time
told of love she had deep inside
then let him slip beneath the waves
he loved her until his last breath
she loved him as no other ... still does

Copyright © 2000 by Stephanie Hanson

About the Poet

Stephanie Hanson was born and raised in Texas. She lives in Smithville, Texas with her husband and two children. Writing poetry is a favorite pastime. She likes to try all forms of poetry writing. The eastern poetry forms are some of her favorites. Along with cinquains, she enjoys creating haiku and tanka.

E-Mail: shanson@smithsys.net

Copyright © 2000-2001 by Denis M. Garrison.