Category: Poetry

Cast away all fear and
Let the palette of my life
Paint the canvas of
Your heart and mind —
Give to me your thoughts
And I will color in this
Pavonine of idea and concept
Yet pierce the realm of Emotion
On wingéd conscience as
Effortless as horse drawn lovers.

It is in this distance that
I meet you in the realm of heart,
Walk hand in hand with destiny
And kiss your untouched lips:
There I sketch a mockery of lust
Into innocence, overwhelm the doubt
With trust, recreate my lost hope
With vision and significance,
Bring power to my honesty
With your every smile!

In your eyes there
Is more than a dream,
There is an entire Gallery of
Perfection amongst hope restored
Where I honor the hues
And tones of my being
Coming alive throughout the
Universe of your cosmic gaze!

What more can emotion contain?
Is there elocution amidst
The Prism of human feeling?
Indeed I have tapped the very Chroma
Of my life in your presence,
And drunk a simple rainbow of
Culmination on the inside
Of your loving embrace.

 

© K. James Ribble

I caught sight of her sigh
Above the well-worn stave
Of brazen emotion
Lined just above the horizon
Inside her tears and became
Overseer of grief
For only a moment –
Long enough to watch
Her unfurl like a
Flag of sorrow

© K. James Ribble

A parched man in
A barren desert
I emerged today
Within an oasis of you

Just to pass within
The sphere of
Your presence
Allowed me to drink

And I am quenched
By your Smile
Your Eyes
All of you

Satiated far beyond
My hope – for I have
Walked So very long –
Seeing no one, no thing

Such a long time to you…

 

 

© K. James Ribble

On a contrail of stars,
Her stride light as Grand Jeté,
This tiny woman passes with
Enough power to knock
My two-meter frame down
To
The
Ground
With her smiling eyes –
We walk the
Southern Shores
Of Time
A pas de deux of innocence:
We, self-portraits of youth,
Reflections-of-reflection
Pulling at the
Edges of this
Seaboard
And each other
Like a hidden string
Embedded
In the sand
Along the barre of
Reminiscence/Instance /Vision,
Ever-enhanced,
Morning-Shaped for
Luscious Discovery
As ocean currents of
Our Azure romance,
Finally finds us
[Embraced]
In love’s arabesque.
– For Wendy
© K. James Ribble

I have gone too long
Without the touch of
Your skin, your face,
Your lips of dusk and fire
Like a patient sculptor
Of time, I ply my
Crafted words to your
Lovely modeled reveal
Where I learn the lessons
Of your crescent torso
Your face of longing
The crescendo of your thighs
As my breath slowly rises
To the warmth of
Your calm desire – I know
It’s been far too long
This absence from your
Home where the splendor of
Your radiance resides
It is your heart and mind
Your precious character that
I long for within all the
Softly flowing beauty
That is yours,
Just as you are –
Here now with me.

 

© K. James Ribble

The lost art of remembrance
Evokes the wild, the manqué
Inside of me, all character within
Transformed by the Place you’ve occupied
Since the æons began – so I am held

Filtered of substance too viscous for
Lost thoughts as these memories
Defy the ether of retribution –
Recalling like a river on the dewy
Scale of March, the morning held,

Magnificent by this psionic sun,
Your hue and canvas now cleave into me
As a sky sulky with the conscription
Of Blue – with you, staring into my eyes saying,
Should this moment -any of this, even one breath-

Were to lose the denouement
Of its mounting, and we could never
See such a vision again, my heart will
Still stay, still long to keep flowing,
Flowing towards the figure of you.

 

© K. James Ribble

I walk the give and flow
Of my days, traverse
The untouched constellations
Of a universe aligned to
The evenings hush of dusk
Watch the hoarfrost outside
Play its sweet melody
Sing a veneer of light
A costume of Heart
Plotting every note
Of warmth I hear
Above the lofty
Songs of you.
I travel its lush
Allegories this music,
A Quiet sighting of mythos
Distilled in timelessness,
Passing me like the light
Of Castor and Pollux the
Luminous friends of Orion,
Their shine reflecting your
Place within me so it
Becomes the Magnitude
Of my affections long before
Your shining heart cast
Its radiant light upon me –

I am yours.

 
© K. James Ribble

Her connection to me
Remains to this day, a
Fusillade of astonishment set to the
Rhythm of Ellington like down in

Motown there’s a history a place
Unremitting, her qualms casual so
There’s nothing to be sorry for
Her streets bleed the same color

Of red the same Eucharist I saw
I See before I could see it
Like watching Australis Borealis
Mention the sobriquet of time

Names the scrim of every moment
A diphthong of their voices
Stripped raw before me, life as I
Cross sanguine into a new beginning.

© K. James Ribble