~ L o v e ~ & ~ J o y ~ poems

~ Love ~ Rod & Bon

~ Love is Here ~ Blow balmy winds, glow moon with your silvery light, sing birds of the air — love is here tonight bjf ©

~ Joy ~

Live not as if in a tomb before one’s death
Come not with every hour as if deprived of life’s breath
Let not sorrow’s song enter thy ear.
Go not through life in constant fear
Wander not from sad place to sad place
Remove the pain etched on your face
While blood still flows through thy veins
Look to bright sun though it rains

Try to have cheerful thoughts
Tell depression “Go to Rot!”
May ~ J o y ~ be your majesty
Send sinking boat of grief out to sea
Waste not time shedding tears
Go to the ones you hold most dear
Let not anguish rule
Take away it’s fuel
Remember happiness is thy right
Do not underestimate it’s might
Live not as if in a tomb before one’s death
Come not with every hour as if deprived of life’s breath
Let not sorrow’s song enter thy ear
Go not through life in constant fear
Wander not from sad place to sad place
Remove the pain etched on your face
While blood still flows through thy veins
Look to bright sun though it rains
bjf ©

mutti / Mama

Contemplating that time Mutti when you and I, were in Koblenz, 
on the banks of the Rhein lying down on the bare ground 
amongst the twisting grapevines. From the top of the slope and 
all the way down to the river’s edge, I wanted to roll, as children do, 
when they are having great fun, laughing all the while, with my 
face held up and eyes closed tight, to keep out the blazing sun. 
Then you looked at me sweetly, with those stormy gray-blue eyes, 
that reminds me so much of the sea. I was fascinated by you, for you 
looked different from me, for I have the eyes and hair the color
of the earth so deep. I can still hear, from the barges, those fog
horns, that same night we were unable to sleep. We heard the trains rumble, 
and the church bells chime, airplanes overhead, and we had
a wonderful time. We heard the people in the Gasthaus carrying on, 
smelled their cigarette smoke, & the ladies with their men laughing over inside jokes. You were so carefree those summer days, then worry & Vietnam, then war time goodbyes, then dad’s letters home, and your muffled cries. 
Contemplating that time Mutti when you and I, were in Koblenz, 
on the banks of the Rhine, lying down on the bare ground, 
amongst the twisting grapevines. bjf © RIP Mutti / Mama~ memory of summer 1968

~ Ah, Your Drunk Love ~ Ah you in your drunk love your look only I secretly interpret radiating from those beautiful sea green eyes One you reserve for me a present that comes with joyfully crinkled brows above a bright gaze that sincerely draws me in, then you’ve done it, that’s it, I’m completely lost in you and the world no longer exists — bjf ©

~ Daughter — We come from the same roots. We are tree branches, I’m a part of you, as you are of me, with love, we bring forth leaves the canopy that shelters us for eternity ~bjf ©

Daughter

~ Samba on a Tightrope ~for Rod ~ Light of heart, boundless joy tumbled out of him, you’d think he could samba on a tightrope as though there wasn’t anything that could not be accomplished if he remained positive so he flew with confidence over pessimists and stayed on course this way he could get through life’s tragedies by focusing on what was important and for him it’s love there’s no mystery as to why I fell for him. Light of heart, boundless joy tumbled out of him you’d think he could samba on a tightrope ~ bonnie j. flach ©

~ After Rain ~ for you Rod ~ When I breathe your aroma in, you are the essence of raw earth after rain ~ bonnie j. flach ©

~ Love ~ I do not need to, see, hear, taste, or even breath it in. I can feel it inside just as I can feel breeze on the outside of my skin, but I can not describe it fully, still it is here in my heart. It’s been spoken about, of, with, to, for since time beginning, but it does not exist until it is shown. ~bonnie j. flach ©

~ Wake with me my Love ~ Desert dawn, burnished bronze, wake with me my love take my hand, let’s walk towards sun and let her embrace us, in her warm arms. Let’s allow her to invigorate our bodies and make us feel alive as dew quenches the planet’s thirst to refresh, to renew, to start life again as if it’s our first day on earth. Yes, a rebirth. Wake with me my love, let’s walk towards sun in the burnished bronze of desert dawn ~ bonnie j. flach ©

~ Come be my Man ~Dayspring seaside, sipping green tea, rose perfume drifts, sweetly past me. Silver sea lapped, beautiful sand, languid moments, golden shore strand. Come lets make love. Come take my hand. I’m your lady. Come be my man. Languid moments, beautiful sand, silver sea lapped, golden shore strand. Rose perfume drifts, sweetly past me, dayspring seaside, sipping green tea. ~ bjf ©

~ In Love with the Moment ~ fiction (thinking of when I was in Italy, summer 1979) ~ Light reflected off jetty captured foam as dawn’s sun flickered upon breakwaters, before fishermen pushed boats through sea surge after untangling their twisted nets. There he stood a solitary figure, a young man unknown to me, with arms raised high over his head, he — — waved. I pretended that it was meant for me and then I fell in love with the moment that special moment which returned to me over and over again in old age. Did his intended party see his wave? Did his bright eyes fall upon me cliffside? Could he have actually intended it for me or in fact was it perhaps not his hands, but quivering of a gull’s sunlit wings?~bjf ©

~ Young Lovers ~ In divine silence of autumn’s voice, a lone pine stood defying bonfire. Windsong harmonized with breaking waves, two lovers hearts flared with desire. Falling twilight’s sun came upon them, just before tranquil evening’s dying, with departure struggled the lovers, as aching goodbyes left them crying. A lone pine stood defying bonfire, in divine silence of autumn’s voice, soon the lovers will join together, ah, yes, one day they’ll have that choice ~ bonnie j. flach ©