Graduation poem: Counting the Ways You Amaze

Can I count the ways that you amaze

and sum it up in written praise?

Can the moon measure its luminous glow

on newly captured fallen snow

or the sun count its glorious rays

as night fades to dawning day?

Can stars fall from awesome heights

to quench their luminescent light

or eagles soar on wings of time

 to prove our created paradigm?

Can all the waves on all the shores

be placed in drawers to be stored?

No, for these are marvels beyond compare

yet my heart does boldly swear

that my life will run out of days

before I stop counting the ways that you amaze.

I modified a prior birthday poem for my daughter for a graduation poem for my nephew Jeremy.  A shout out to all the amazing graduates!

For My Daughter [on her Eighteenth Birthday]

Can I count loving you 18 ways?

Can the moon measure its luminous glow

on newly captured fallen snow

or the sun count its glorious rays

as night fades to dawning day?

Can stars fall from awesome heights

to quench their luminescent light

or eagles soar on wings of time

 to prove our created paradigm?

Can all the waves on all the shores

be placed in drawers to be stored?

No, for these are marvels beyond compare

yet my heart does boldly swear

that my life will run out of days

before I stop loving you eighteen ways.

Vermillion Love (Free Verse)

 My cracked lips stretch

to meet your rainbow smiles,

a dried rubber band,

unpliant and resistant

to the winsome curves

of your vermillion mouth.

 ♥

My parched throat seizes

as your perfect lips tick upward,

and my name carpets your tongue,

joined as one to your breath,

as you graciously acknowledge

my insolvent existence.

My heart, woefully woven

with shards of broken experiences,

flutters to the thrum of your approach.

You pass by on that whisper of wind,

my name hanging in the air

as, snockered by your virility,

 I bow my head in pain….

Another piercing shard

 drives its way home.

 

To all the lost moments and all the heart piercing shards….