More of My Poetry

What do you long now that it's gone?
A steady wave that curses all you're seeing.
Souls that trick leaving sad smiles that break you.
Has your life longed for books you've not written?
Like waiting for the sun to come near,
Are you waiting on the one that surely forgot to come?
Know those lips that locked with a heart of rocks?
A man is more than what's heard of a past that's checkered.
He's a collector that's what he is.
You made no plan to exit.
Make the move and see it through its transparency.
Fill these outlines that deplete the hues of my imagination.
Just a repetitious hum of the hour that lost its touch waiting.

By: Jacqueline Kintner 12/9/12

Take my hand and make it yours
Walk me down the garden path all the way and all around
And we will wander far away to stand by the rivers edge.
Let me sit still and silent with a listening ear
As your soft voice pours into my soul.
Hold me in your warm embrace as night begins to fall.
The sun sets marking your eyes with the beauty of nights beginning.

By Jacqueline Kintner 5/18/12

When I run, my heart is freed from apathy.
A moment to remediate what is deep inside.
Brokenly humming a melody thickly lost but not forgotten
Captivating my vision with notes in scattered layers on a page.
Your eyes so gentle and guarded
The windows of a soul lined with pain
Walking with you in the heated moonlit night
I can still smell your sweet hot sweat
How your smile brought down my guard,
Your lips stole my breath,
And my heart found rhythm in your embrace.
A temporary blindness to your solo imitation.

By Jacqueline Kintner
November 2012