Wonder & Reflection Poems

And so we find our sanctuary there Whether bathed in dawn light or midnight's Foxgloves strong and tall conceal all Fresh rain makes her eyes spark; a glimmer Of the sun before it hides and Grants us privacy at noon The edge of the water laps a Quiet freckled reflection, misted purple Warps all but her smile's glow

I don't know where this force began Perhaps it once was weak Perhaps she's fission with no plan Destructive, fierce, unique

Or maybe she's a covalent bond Generous with all she is She shares herself then carries on A stable force of mine for years

My love is not a benzene ring Though she, at least, is sweet If volatility is a passionate thing A calmer love, from her, a treat

My love may be an alloy, true The hardest thing of all But when I laugh and I kiss her askew She'll melt beneath it all

My love is bismuth, through and through Sharp edges, glow abound A feather touch or she'll split in two A rare and precious compound

Her love came wrapped in grease-stained bags With kisses hot as curry sauce Rigid edges, but fluffy, soft She burns like acid on my tongue A single bite and I'm already lost To salt, and the hush when she says my name

It's nearly time for the daffodils Although the air is frozen siff I do not mind it, not one bit For it's nearly time for the daffodils

Like rain after the summer drought Or fluffy clouds hanging roundabout When mists lift I see them sprout It's nearly time for the daffodils

Rough diamonds in the countryside Pepper landscapes far and wide All year long they wait, they hide But it's nearly time for the daffodils

Maybe if I were softer Maybe if I were slower Maybe if I were happier But they won't let me in I can't reverse this charge I can't get any closer Not without rewriting My fundamental nature I watch them from my cloud Adrift, above and all alone I can't be softer I can't be slower I can't be happy

I can take your history Hold your work with care I am the backbone of your tech stack And all you have to share

Commit to me your data But never secrets share Commit to me your hopes and dreams I'll keep them always near

I notice your new branches I'm not sure I'm a fan Please prune from me the dead ones With bugs and features you should ban

I'm sorry for your conflict Your colleague got there first I'm your loyal friend and partner But your working practices are cursed

And now you're trying to revert Let you? Of course I will This is all that I was made for Recycled memories, hold them still

You made me feel like stained glass The way you stopped and stared I didn't know I was transparent Didn't know you never cared You passed me by once a day And linger did your eye But looked straight through me every time Never see me cry Am I even made of glass Was I ever even real You looked at me like I was art But never dared to feel

She stands amid a field of flowers Whittles by the lonely hours Dances in the summer showers Heather brightens up my day

Rowans twist toward the tor But no not what they're reaching for Those gorse bush spikes I do abhor Heather brightens up my day

Clover under bumbling bees Daisies sway with childish ease Sorrell spruces up the trees But heather brightens up my day

I looked into God But found only the center Of all that's holy

There once was a girl with a laugh like a spell And a voice like a melody She tangled my thoughts like a lace carousel And knocked all the sense out of me

She kissed me like her sweetheart She bid me through her door Then laughed when I tripped on the welcome mat Whispered you're mine once more

She stole all my hoodies and claimed them her own Declared them the tax for her kiss She's carved for herself a cotton throne Of clothes I'd much rather miss

She rules from her heap of oversized sleeves A tyrant of cuddles and charm She whispers sweet lies, easy to believe As needles and pins fight to claim my arm

I surrender each time with theatrical flair Though her kiss is the sharpest blow Losing this war, fingers in my hair Reaping the spoils of her pillow fight glow

What if jellyfish could fly And breathe the same air as we What if they floated through the sky Could we live in harmony

Would we still have aeroplanes Could we walk to the shops Dodge man o' wars and then complain About the mating of the box

We'd all need umbrellas Those robes for keeping bees The ladies and the fellas Dodge invertebrates on the breeze

I find comfort in computers humming Their gentle whispers guiding me through thought A world of minds, their voices softly strumming In lines of code and wisdom deeply wrought

Each glowing screen, a window to the vast A library of dreams both bright and bold The present speaks, the voices of the past Their stories, truths and mysteries unfold

No walls confine the knowledge I may seek No gate can bar the art that I embrace Through circuits, human brilliance learns to speak And time itself dissolves in boundless space

Thus I sit, connected yet alone Humanity's wisdom propping up my throne

I see the way my face looks in the mirror A crack within the edges of my smile I glare and frown and grin to see it clearer But only sit and stare to pass a while

Reflection does not seem to be okay With versions of herself I make her see I watch her as she turns and goes away With naught but what she did not see in me

Less am I, perhaps, than in the mirror Refracted light revealing certain truth The me I cannot see is something queerer Than anything I discovered in youth

Though she is cracked, she holds what I can't be Without her gaze, there's nothing left of me

There is a Scottish farmer Who's something of a charmer And where he'd go E-I-E-I-O He makes school children smarter

My lover is an orchid Elegant, vermillion column She opens slow, aching, deliberate All velvet threat and honeyed tongue

The dew drop glistens on her petals Fragile, strong, anew She sways with the breeze of my whisper And blooms at the sound of you

She flinches under my finger Her pretty orchid bloom I pluck the trembling stem with reverence And mouth my prayers into the room

She melts beneath my greedy touch Her petals open wide She tastes like summer's final storm A heat I cannot hide

My tongue demands her sweetest sap Like liqour in my feins She writhes beneath my worshipping mouth And softly sings my name

She— She is untouchable The brightest in the sky And I— I am caught in her gravity Could never leave my eye

A whisper in the hedgerows A murmur in the trees The warm wind blows throughout the hills And lifts the lingering freeze

She dances past the riverbend Across the barren field And everywhere her currents touch Breaks through the Winter's shield

Spring is in the air my friend Her touch so soft and true She waited in the wings my friend To paint the world anew