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Love Water

by

Karyn Swykert

Mountain snow love melting

Rush to spring rivers
Coursing fate's channel of

Attraction

Arousal

Seduction

Meet waters edge before the tide ebbs

Trembled excitement of

Ice cold waters reality
Fearing the rapids of

Deception

Rejection

Feeling complete

Jump with heart before the tide ebbs

Tossed and tumbled to polished stone

With love water caress
In cream foamed bubbles of

Sensation

Passion

Fantasy lust

Float in frolic before the tide ebbs

Young Woman

by

Karyn Swykert

I know you, young woman
With grace and style
Confident and eager
With laughter and sly

I know you, young woman
I,too, was once young
I used all my talents
Won a man in the sun

I know you, young woman
Your desires and needs
With tight stretched skin
Bringing men to their knees

I know you, young woman
Though I'm old and tender
You captured his heart
And made my man render

I know you, young woman
How easily it's done
For he is tired of old
And prefers to be young

I know you, young woman
Are you honest and true
Will you tire of old skin
And make his heart blue

I know you, young woman
He's ready for young
But can you remain
With the old in the sun

Photogenic Memory

by

Karyn Swykert

Aged dusty photo upon a wall
Hued brown as the leaves of fall
A modest child entrapped in glass
Fused in time, unbeknownst to clasp

A cherub smooth skin of silk
Pouty full lips of mother's milk
Eyes flirting with a camera lens,
" See me, I know who I am "

Those eyes, what clarity they show
Of a child, too young to already know
Not drooped low, hiding left or right
But straight out, to meet her life sight

I know this child, secret, inside deep
Can this be me before adult sleep?
Old eyes seek to connect with again,
The child, now entrapped in aged skin

Bound to Flesh

by

Karyn Swykert

Selfishness is flesh
In dominance of reason
It binds the seeking soul
By chains of treason
The spirit tries to fly
As falcon bound to wrist
Flailing wings, the talons tied
It soon gives up the test

Lost beauty of wonder
Needing wings spread wide
Flesh master binds desires
And keeps the free heart tied
Behold, the soaring pleasure
When this master sets him free
No longer tamed by leather caps
Until its time to see

Once the falcon is set free
With horizons in his sight
Flesh rewards, the treason
Makes him turn back and alight
Go, I say, your free with choice
Continue on your flight
Unbound are thee, no claim now
Fly on into the light

Yet return he does, a morsel given
The cap replaced to blind
Misconcieved that he has chose
This master of his kind
Men are beast and slave to flesh
A vice of its own making
How quickly given reason
For the act of this souls taking

The spirit tamed with tiny morsels
Fool lies, reward and credit
Death distorts the gift of life
As fear entraps the merit
Flesh demands with treason
Your freedom from it's trap
The light is meant for seeing
Wear not, the falcon's cap

Tears In Rain

by

Karyn Swykert

I drift through life
As tears in rain
Silence, the counsel
Obliqed to refrain

Speaking in whispers
Vocalled in mind
Timid by knowledge
Of demeanor to bind

Father cautions,
"Be seen and not heard,
Your nothing special,
It surely occurred."

The lover believes
In silent harmony
Vieing the rule,
Life is a comedy

Indifference is known
Masquerade to the bone
Viewed as a creature,
Ignored into stone

On The Run

by

Karyn Swykert

I am on the run...
To find release from death's grab on life

I scam the ideology of balanced reality
Viewing a bee caught in a spider's web
Struggling for breath as the spinning threads
Bind tighter the non-existence of one to feed another

Survival of the fittest...

But,my carcass will not feed the many hungry, dying children
It will feed only dandelions and manicured grass,
After 20 yrs. of crumbled cement encasement
Issued by cemetary laws of regularity

I am on the run...

Without purpose in life's cycle to have any need of me,
...Only my want of it
I have procreated and have ceased any logical need to exist
Does the bee want? Does a smaller fish as it is being
Comsumed by a larger one...want more?

I run...
I run to hide from death so it may not find out my lies
And take me in it's waiting grasp of rightful necessity
I bind myself in threads of illusion and do not look
At death's face as it slowly tightens my breath
For it's survival

I am on the run...
In a mind that precieves not the reality
Of being caught in this web
But to fly free once more and pollenate the flowers

Musical Truths

by

Karyn Swykert

The harp strings of my truths
Are quiet, left untouched
Kissed only by the tender fingers
Of acquiescent dust
The melodic tone once know to play
In want of an audience are abstained

The maestro ceased the passion's need
Having said all there was to say

A lingering remembrance
Of that voiced sonata
Bringing truth to play on the soul
In notes that glide on wisps of air
To pellet a heart with it's song
Revisits a moment in passing reflection
For a time when the music was known

sacrificial lambs of fall

by

Karyn Swykert

the leaves of autumn
smelling their own death
dress privately
in flamboyant colours
of cinnamon red
and saffron yellow
for a gathering tonight
of holy sacrifice

though trembling
knowing the community
will die, one by three
in the great fall ceremony
they lift weak voices
and rustle together
a solidarity to all
hanging on by a stem

for they have faith
and believe in the father
their most holy god
that he will care for
the young
giving them health
and prosperity
for the sacrifices
soon to be shown

they gather and sway
in support of each
inching forward in turn
with frosted tears
on costumes of bravery
...leap
knowing they have not
lived in vain

TumbleWeeds

by

Karyn Swykert

She walks the crowded streets
no longer viewing herself
in plate glass storefronts,
but in the eyes of those
walking towards her
and she doesn't like what they see

He is in his usual hurry
failure makes you rush
to catch up with yesterday
His eyes downcast
watching his untying shoelace
hoping it will escape the loop
he can not

She sees him coming at her
but doesn't care
maybe a fresh bump
is exactly what she needs
Her stone face cracks
a sardonic smile
at justice in small doses

He jolts at the sight
of two soft breasts
hiding his shoelaces
then to her eyes that are pleading
Why are they so?
his heart asks
but with a sheepish sidestep
lowering their eyes
they complete yet another failure

Hearts in Mountain Snow

by

Karyn Swykert

A heart long frozen and capped in mountain snow
enjoins its trickled melt towards warm and tender love.
In vying sense to strive a rush, the swirl in gathering rapids,
that can course a trough of deep channels into destined hearts;

beginning with attraction;

Hearts in Mountain Snow

by

Karyn Swykert

beginning with attraction;

awakening arousal

and surrender the seduction.
Ah!..Step light with tarried feet to sip this waters edge;
that it may bide the frail coming yet, of another tides ebb.

Pristine love splashed on hearts in thirst; entreats a deeper view;
for truth clarity of umblemished flow birthing in sunshine.
Heeds that trickle water can divert into fearful rapids on a cloudy days,
in unforeseen mud and stones churned up from bottoms edge.

revealing deceptive murkiness;

caught in hidden logs of rejection

and heft the journey to incomplete.
In need to satiate roused hunger for a love water in any kind;
all hearts dive to bide a frail coming yet, of another tides ebb.

Illusions overcome any sense of reason to dangers hidden below,
and chance the risk craves to be tossed and polished into gemstone.
Within the gentle caress in love water bubbles; hope lays the will to foam and cream the rough bruised edges, once more.

into everlasting sensations;

strong and honored passions

and fulfill heartaches intense longing.
Recurring in spree float upon a smooth stream towards loves end;
two hearts swim frail and wait the coming, of another tides ebb.