Ravensong Poetry And Writing Blog by Donovan Baldwin

Boy of the wind and wave,

Bending trees beneath him,

Burning naked beneath the sun,

Taught poetry by nature,

By promises written on

The horizon of The endless sea,

Which became his mistress,

And, with words, his desire.

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caught him watching

never thought herself sexy

until that moment

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merely a poet

who's learned to remain hidden

only his words wanted

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At my age,

It's seldom about

Feeling good.

More likely

Feeling better,

Than yesterday.

Since yesterday

I might have felt like...

Well, you know.

Feeling better than that,

Might still NOT be

Feeling good.

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dawn's sensuous rise

love gloriously displayed

over earth's oceans

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she brings me flowers

offering them with a smile

beside which they pale

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we smile together

when we hear the ocean's song

though so far apart

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touched so many times

gentle smile and loving words

i seek every day

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ocean or fountain

i seek out a water nymph

to share poetry

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the more words she read

the more that she realized

that he wrote for her

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was it you or me

first saw the written poems

as our love letters

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ocean between us

joining not separating

singing us its song

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some words frighten her

yet they fill his poetry

and make her wonder

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redder than a rose

she's more brightly blossoming

by singing waters

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i await your touch

even if only in words

to know you read this

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Only a story,

A tale on the night wind,

A dancer by the fire,

Or sitting with me watching,

As life unfolds and becomes poetry,

Unconventional images stepping

Into the light,

Summoning us into the shadows

Where we may make love in private,

With words and touches,

And sigh and moans.

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At first adrift,

She gathers speed,

Sailing towards

Her ocean's edge...

Drawing back,

Anticipating,

The next foray,

Each new adventure,

Again and again,

The next turn

Of her tide

Until...

The ocean swells,

And she, swept on,

By the power of each

Successive wave,

Falls over the edge,

Into ecstatic oblivion.

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Sometimes it's hard to care

Without someone to care with.

It's lonely among people,

Who have no clue of who you are,

And would stare at you as they

Backed away if they did know...

It's a life full of echoes, when,

Only you understand yourself,

Or care...

Comes back to that...

Understand,

Accept,

Care...

Love?

I've got lots.

Wish you had some,

Somebody?

Echoes again,

Just echoes.

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his cursive etchings

true love graven in her skin

delight in each curve

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ecstatic climax

as everything that she is

unites for pleasure

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quivers with pleasure

the  words thar stripped her naked

filling needs and wants

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takes hold of his words

in her mind they come alive

touching her inside

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murmuring his words

like love's liquid in her mouth

tasted drop by drop

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she sacrifices

dies a little death for him

for herself as well

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