Category: Poetry

I walk the streets
of your voice
in luxuriant languor
rush the lavender curbs
stroll the edges of your
smile in
crease-less weight
like the gravity of
sapphire is boundless
in its depth, I am
foretold by your light
in shadows, in
the fervent history of
our time
your eyes an escape to blue
you are an anthem
to my heart,
my steps a journey
to your songs of Life …

 

© K. James Ribble

On a moon’s fortnight borne of your
berth on waters I’ve
traveled, long as a longing can,
I slip the canvas sails of this ship
Released unfurled into the
Open ocean of you – I’m pulled
Taught by a firm but steady wind
Like your breath against my skin
As the rise and fall of each exhale
Manifests the course and direction
Of my heart, my yearning reflected
In the dying sky at the brink of abandon,
A meteoric rise lights your eyes
Sets awash, in marlin greys and
Whispering pinks, this morning of
My dawn emotions:

Yes, I’m coming home,
I’m coming home to you.

 

© K. James Ribble

 

In every breath I’ve ever drawn
You’ve been cradled in my heart

A serenade rising, emerging
like a glistening cypher of Time

Balanced on the shoulder
of its delirious melody

Life’s loving river flows as such
There are no sweeter sounds of you

Placed like the capstone
of Andromeda’s fate

Crushed ignoble as her beauty
Every element, every fiber of this

Song ignites the soul of my being
Like a portage to the lullaby crossed

In the gleam and gem of you, Your love
and light fills me from the other side

 

© K. James Ribble

The distance between
the love we had and now
makes the universe appear
so very small

an ocean of nothingness
grips me in this lightness
resounding of you
as you run with Jupiter to the royal

colors of the moon
(before) we were a youthquake of
discovery in eloquent dreams –

As for my own
effortless fling to
failure I have
succeeded you on so many counts

when I saw you
like an abeyance
following me
Labyrinthian, an immersion

of you, and I as mere
solivagant, alone and
emptied
By the shell of warmth

in our byzantine
summer turned gilded
By the winds of Autumn –
cautious animation

Pierced by each
leafless tree as they
sing to me in Winter’s key,
each note drenching me in memory,

memories of a place
we used to walk
tethered by common time –

As if awash in that summer’s sun
rendered glazed in open fields,
I grasp for your heart
like trying to catch

one’s own shadow, reaching out,
seeing what is possible
but never feeling fully –
fallen and incomplete.

© K. James Ribble

In your reticence of light I flow
toward an outeramber chill of dusk

Elysian pinks on orchid whites
your skin reflects the glow of time

flush with the desire of a morning
moon into the skyfire we step ablaze

our hearts in soundless flight crisp
as winged leaves that flutter beyond

this threshold this season of our
rising thunder rings like the rain of stars

our hearts sketched ethereal as dreams
as your eyes speak to me in enchantment

a language of eternity, dawn’s oration of
timelessness, love’s bouquet of our impermanence

 

© K. James Ribble

In what manner on this earth have I lost
any longer the paged, jeweled books of you?
I’ve come to you from eternity’s doorway
drawn from the spillway of life’s monarchy
of Truth where love cannot lie nor lay in waiting
There is no other way to behold the soul of you –

I behold the color of the sun it is now become that
I have found along the banks of you my living river,
the Earth your eyes, your hair the Night your lips the
daygrace of a thousand petals, rose-enmeshed in a sky
on which the air you breathe clears these waters, your
face a virtue that cannot be lost for I am bound to you!

From the afterflow of your hair to the very spark
of the look in your eyes, it’s as if I am seeing for
the very first time what it means to be wrapped by
enrapture, the casting mist of your light from every
point in the pinnacle of your day and night you are the
Bright beyond the sun and moon, the essence of Life!

 

© K. James Ribble

If the

dawn of my reckoning

fills me with the light of your

eyes the same way

the salt of

the ocean air

glimmers on my tongue

then the night is still young

for you and I –

 

If the noonday sun

mentions me in sidereal

calculations

Coating me in Hesperian minutes

where would we lay?

Out of all the imperfections

I could ever perceive

there are none my eyes could

give way to you.

 

© K. James Ribble

Like a step above
the purview

of recline
Reaching back along

the shoreline of Sight
lines where there’s not

a seat in the house
that does not have a good view,

The center
line of flight

Walks in the time
of daylight, the

incredulity of the Sky
in plain sight –

as if my own carnality
weighs adrift on the

conspiring rhythm of time &
Vacillated

– Furiously egregious –
frivolous in the dead of night

 

© K. James Ribble

Stance of time
Stance of thought

I cross towards
the underside
of my time here
The presence
-your presence-
glowing citron yellow
Enigma
of chance
based on a whim
As if
speaking from
the other side
I find you
in a lounge of
abandon
The rocks
as witness
Encased
in a web
of      Interpret and
Invitation
Such is your
purity
Yet
this intonation
is not of you,
of your flesh
Rather
it is a part
of Who You Are
And I
acknowledge it
fully and
without judgement
or pause.

Because I love you.

 

© K. James Ribble

Misgivings of time
align with an
outer destiny
a magnificent memory
of sighs, in signs of
ardor and the
riff of daylight –
My senescence drifts
between dissimilitude
of each thought
as though a river altered
the course of my life
almost in miniature, this misgiving,
as if such a fray and
fury allows for my love
the splendor
of gratitude, so this
imploring in its
vulnerability
reclines like the dawn
of a millennia in
lost magnitudes, like
the diminishing flourish
of your breath upon
my brow in Autumn’s light
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© K. James Ribble