The river chuckled
full of joyful cherubs, and the maples
bent close to hear
the whispers and gossip
of family and friends as tenders prepared the beer. Continue reading
The river chuckled
full of joyful cherubs, and the maples
bent close to hear
the whispers and gossip
of family and friends as tenders prepared the beer. Continue reading
My Love From Cotulla
for my wife Mary on her birthday 4/7/17
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I love the breeze
that brings me kisses
soft lipped and rose scented
all the way from Cotulla, Texas. I love her whisper
and warm sweet breath, I love her tender
evening caress, I love her. Continue reading
Amnesia
Forgetting can be an inch
or a light year, a truth or a lie
depending how it’s measured— love Continue reading
Hillock Hollow excerpted from The Love Tree Continue reading

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Excerpt from THE LOVE TREE:
WHERE THE WAVES BREAK
You take me
where the waves break,
where the church bells toll,
where the gulls squawk
and the thunder claps roll.
You take me
to the ship’s stern,
to the storm’s red eye,
to the dog’s bark,
and the wind swept sky.
You take me
from the dark hour,
from the hammer’s head,
from the cold sweats,
and the tempest’s bed.
You take me
like a fresh breath
with a twinkle eye,
with your chin up
and your softest sigh,
you take me—
you take me
In.
Richard Rensberry, author at QuickTurtle Books
amazon.com/author/richardrensberry
A few days ago, I found and stepped into the last phone booth on Earth to exercise the power of Superman. In one fell swoop I changed the title of my book from HeartWood to:

This is a book of poetry that wends it way through the bows of the love tree where the landscape of the heart is moved by the passions of a man for a woman. These are poems of fervor and drive tempered by the heart. They are both physical and ethereal, simple and complex as matters of the heart can be. Continue reading

Harvest Moon
I combed my fingers
through corn silk hair
picking watermelon
kisses
and the breeze
rippled
the deep pools
of liquid
flesh
intoxicating
as chardonnay. Continue reading

The Tree of Love
You are my dance
I am your feet
waltzing our smiles
that kiss and greet Continue reading