72 Panels

behind her shoji screen

where protected, felt assured to be naked

no unbidden glances

would spill from a mans eye

gathered in her own mind

and clothed touched the soft panels

each to represent a year of life,

the ones lived and ones to come

patches of existence on a written timeframe,

smiling she moved to the window

hillside and meadow

no sharp intrusions to the eye

looking back she wondered of the last panel

what  ghosts lurked behind

for it was hidden

until the time was right,

a swarm of bees sounded outside

nectar and honey

as she expected love to be

but mother said not,

spoke of not having to worship a man,

his edges not so rounded

where often cruel as father was

to others but not her

not a favorite they just understood,

it did not matter of the last panel

for she knew how long she had

as sliding the door behind

walked out onto a busy street

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19 Years

my thoughts assembled

the largest of them all

was one of knowing

billowing fulfilled,

she was more than a voice

heard on the soundscape

of my ears

this thought entitled me

to love to adore,

between sun and moon

a radiance of woman,

my sky lead a path

to a new future,

behind doors within

my skull

songs rung out

telling me of what i was aware

we wanted the journey to begin

more than love, more than lust

bonded and entwined,

time is better

with a companion

and mine travels well

wife , marriage, love

Karen and Me

Today our anniversary and still in love more than ever