Wash Over Me

I'd like to be loved
like the jazz
playing
on my radio

sweet and low

A soothing melody
played by a sensuous
tenor saxophone
caressing sweet
piano tones

Becoming a waterfall
of fluid notes
High   Low
Lingering
Languishing

I want to take
my clothes off
and lay in
the music
Letting it make Love
To me

pattra burnetto monroe july 2011

Country Western Haiku # 62

A Resurrection

Sitting by the fire
Stirring the coals
Making it come alive
Again

Lapis Lazuli

Reach into 

Your medicine bag

And gather up the stones

Hold them in your hand

Look at them

Multicoloured gems 

Hum to you

See here

This deep blue rock 

With flecks of gold

It sings to you 

A siren's song

Pulling your thoughts

To other times

Other life's

To a dark night

Long ago 

A silent vigil 

 Upon a star

A wish

Poem I from a series titled Stones ~ Pattra Burnetto Monroe 2011

The Daisy

 Once you knew my name

It sat on the tip of your tongue

And when you licked it off

It fell to the ground

And became

A flower

And once again you could

Call me by name.

Lily, I love you.

Rosie, Be mine.

Petunia Divine,

Lay down beside me

My beautiful flower

Lay down beside me

And I will lie beside

You and offer promises

I can not keep

Yet desire

pbm

2011

Return to the Garden

The Ocean Plays
Drums
The Beating
Of my
Heart

The Sun Dries
Wood
And Hide
Tightening
Sinew

Strengthening
The Sound
Feeling the
Beat

The People Dance
Naked
And at
Peace

by Pattra B. Monroe
1 June 2007

this is a peace poem

dwelling in the canyon
of red sand stone
we marked our houses
with characters
befitting our desires
if we were sad
we chose happiness
or a sign for
deeper sorrow
wanting to go
to the bottom
of the well
we were the
red sand people


our neighbors
were from
blue cloud gulch
they were
a two day walk
from us
we did not
own cars
anymore
there was no fuel
we did not
fight any more
there was
no need

by Pattra Burnetto Monroe August 18,2007.

Changes in the Wind Part III

I am not alone
I am serenaded
by the wind 
and gently swayed
by the sun

Rhythm and Blues and a few Country Western Haikus: This is a peace poem

Rhythm and Blues and a few Country Western Haikus: This is a peace poem

This is a peace poem

dwelling in the canyon
of red sand stone
we marked our houses
with characters
befitting our desires
if we were sad
we chose happiness
or a sign for
deeper sorrow
wanting to go
to the bottom
of the well
we were the
red sand people


our neighbors
were from
blue cloud gulch
they were
a two day walk
from us
we did not
own cars
anymore
there was no fuel
we did not
fight any more
there was
no need

by Pattra Burnetto Monroe August 18,2007

Country Western Haiku # 32

Abandonment
 
You said you would be there for me
If I needed you
I did; you weren’t
It hurt.

pbm 1/2/11