Cocoon

I want to wrap myself in a cocoon;

Stand cocooned beneath the stars;

Away from the unspoken wishes,

and the barely gleaned desires

And within the shield of those woven threads,

There’ll be the unasked for blanket of warmth,

The blanket under which I’ll bask

Glowing and secure,

treasured and correctly desired,

Snuggled between words, and nature,

Freely me under night’s adoring sky.

Kadeen Nichelle Oksana Waldron.

November 10, 2013. Walls

Desire

I have this desire to sit with a conclave of writers,

drinking my warm beverage of the hour,

just speaking of books, poetry, prose, music, words.

I want to be somewhere warm,

Where the sun kisses my skin

and the leaves tremor on their branches,

while we share the magic of sky and clouds;

And while I stare whimsically at the sun,

blinded by its rays of brilliant vision,

I want nothing more than for the words of beauty to soar;

And in their soaring,

freed on wings of delight,

I’ll glide,

and perhaps I’ll smile,

airy and light,

unfettered and bright,

Radiant:

Gleaming rays touching despondency,

and offering “radiancy”.

Alas,

the irony of today

is not lost on me

from my seat beneath cloud-hidden sun.

Kadeen Nichelle Oksana Waldron.

October 3, 3013.

October 3, 2013.