Letting go of her now
With the wind in my face
Off my stretched fingertips
Slipped from her last embrace
Her hair’s flowing fresh scent
Persisting in the winds wake
Heels hammering regret
Finding her intentions were fake
Written in three short verses
How ambivalence can wrong
Emptying my heart’s desire
In presenting this song
© 2012 Michael Yost 3/17
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A double sensation of overwhelming calm
ESP kicks in and my senses explode
All my sensory inputs overflowed
Waves of relaxation, the warmth of a balm
The voices of elders singing a psalm
Relaxation brings a mindfulness grand
Allowing counting the grains of the sand
That’s cooling my feet from the warmth of the sun
Bolting ecstasy, I get up and I run
Electricity rolls off me in the wind
Someone gives me spun sugar and grins
Reminds me of insulation and that’s no fun
I throw it in the air because I’m done
Moving to the cabin that’s cool and dark
Spiritual sensation, an inner spark
One in the spirit I can’t possibly outrun
A connection with God that’s nothing to shun
© 2012 Michael Yost 1/26
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The Poetry Pantry Is Now Open! – # 85
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Electricity, Mushroom Moment, Overwhelming Calm, Psalm, Spun Sugar, Wind
Scattering feelings in the wind of change
Wishing for the best to be rearranged
Hoping for a tempest in a teapot
Some fantasies churn out a bigger plot
Undercurrent cuts you off your firm feet
Like pulling a rug you fall on your seat
You grab for your nest just out of your range
Cutting through cobwebs in the wind of change
© 2011 Michael Yost
Unfurling my sails
Winds to calm my heart
Emptiness prevails
My wet brow is pale
Not good for a start
Unfurling my sails
Wanting for an ale
Look upon my chart
Emptiness prevails
Why the wind curtails
Keeping us apart
Unfurling my sails
Praying for strong gales
For love I must part
Emptiness prevails
I just can not fail
The tears start to smart
Unfurling my sails
Emptiness prevails
© 2011 Michael Yost
First Villanelle
The wall will not yield
Willed wall brick and mortar shield
Covering ordeals
Time and wind may come to peel
To find this heart of mine healed
©2011 Michael Yost
Soothing winds creating the dins
That flow through the poplar leaves
Soaking up sun and having fun
With the worshiping by the trees
You hear the sigh up in the sky
As the wind goes everywhere
Stir the branches all big and small
With a whisper of clean fresh air
They bend and sway and seem to say
Glory to the one up above
Perched from flight and out of clear sight
Are the homes to the loving doves
© 2010-2011 Michael Yost
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