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Poetry Reading From The Love Tree
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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
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Superman
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
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
After
The Tree of Love
The Tree of Love
You are my dance
I am your feet
waltzing our smiles
that kiss and greet Continue reading
Some Days
Some Days
Some days are empty
some days are full
Some days are timid,
some days are bold.
Some days are broken
some days unfold Continue reading
God’s Bosom
God’s Bosom
Back in the arms
of Michigan.
I’m in love with you,
so beautiful.
Back in the arms
of Michigan
your heart speaks soft
and true. Continue reading
Autumn Fire
Tahquamenon Falls
We slipped
away one night
when summer scents
filled ditch pockets
where the road dipped
through patchy fog. Our bike
was a whisper instead of a holler
and near Cheboygan, a mountain
lion leapt, missed or changed
its fickle mind. Fate, you said
had passed nearby, an omen
we should live a little closer
to the edge of the risks
we take in our lives.
In Tahquamenon
you tossed like the river
and fell forever
into my arms.
.
Richard Rensberry, author at QuickTurtle Books®
From HeartWood to be published December 2016