Jim L Little

Echoes in the Canyons of the Heart Jim L Little

Poems about love; its heights, depths and the mystery that is woman. Words are painfully inadequate to capture the magic, the mystery and thrill of love, or the agony when love, like a beautiful flower withers and dies in spite of all our efforts, prayers, hopes and schemes. Four short examples are included below. Thank you. Sample 1: Christmas KissesOverpowering, As the first aroma of fresh biscuits and warm butterIn glorious anticipation of first tasteYour closeness surges over meI am consumed in mad longing for your touchBy the breathless invitation to blend your softness upon me Gently pressing with escaping sighs, opening slowly to closing eyesYour lips, soft as moonbeams while my whole heart repliesFeeling all of you becoming a matching puzzle-piece with meOur bodies squeezing out the spaces as shoreline matches seaIn a mindless moment lost in love, in the rapture of souls combinedOverwhelmed by the sense of life completeWhen your lips are one with mine. Sample 2: While Watching Mary Comb Her HairIn long, flowing strokes she soothesUnruly gold and amber into gentle wavesLeaning forward, Her head first to one sideThen the otherThe motions fluid and automaticPerformed in perfect sequence, as since childhoodIn the manner of all women accustomed to long hairThoughts preoccupied, Perhaps with which dress to wearAnd which earrings for best effectUnknowingly judged already perfectHer mirror, the frameFor an exquisite, if transitory portrait"How about these shoes?""Fine, I reply"With a final toss and a backward glanceShe's off to the closet. Sample 3: ThirstAn endless bead string of mindless daysTime squandered untold in useless waysA lifetime passes as years slip byTheir only products, old age and sighsFor vanished youth, and strength, and loveAnd all that we had plenty ofFor the last of life is not like the firstAnd mere water will not slake the thirstFor more time to try yet againFor truer love, for forgiven sinFor loftier goals, for happiness'Tis gone on the wind with all the restNow looking back in terrible thirstOf all we hurt or betrayed or cursedOf all that went wrong along the wayOf all we failed; ourselves the worst. Sample 4: SometimesSometimes, I forget, Because you're such a part of meBecause our lives, as intricate tapestrySo interwoven, have come to beSometimes, the words, Are misplaced among the clutter of everyday lifeThrown out by accident with the junk mailLeft in the shirt pocketTo be reduced to soft balls of fuzzThe last remnants of emotionSanitized away Sometimes, the wonder, Of quiet love, goes unheard Amidst the din of kids and TVDrowned, by life's cacophonySometimes, I need, To step back, to realize that you are, A beautiful, gentle, and loving womanAnd that I should thank GodThat you're mineThis is one of those timesI love you, Happy Birthday.