You are a tree – Cary Briel

Posted on Apr 4, 2011 in Poetry, Writing

Trees grow up between your toes,
this one oak,
that one elm.
The maple winds your curves.
I am it.
Oak I was til you thirsted.
So you tapped me and drank
and you were filled.
Trees shade your comely proportions,
your newborn skin.
You are a tree in my garden, amidst
the fairest, a flower,
tall and slender,
with vivid hues
and perfect petals.
You are my bride
and I am not alone anymore.

Penciled – Cary Briel

Posted on Mar 26, 2011 in Poetry, Writing

I’ve penciled you,
surely I,
a thousand times,
throughout the canvas of
my thoughts—
surveyed oft’,
as land will be,
your bewitching form.

Today – Cary Briel

Posted on Mar 22, 2011 in Poetry, Writing

A path we’ve walked in our woods
how many times it’s hard to say.

The oak we’ve visited. I swear I see
you leaning in its strong arms.

The stream our feet did wade, cool
to our toes on summer days.

Our grassy patch still bears
the outline of our blanket.

Today you are away.
I walk our dreams alone and breathe.

I’ve loved – Cary Briel

Posted on Mar 22, 2011 in Poetry, Writing

Your fingers, digits, angels made.
I touch you,
breathe you in.
I’ve loved your hips so many days,
traced your neck,
I cannot say.
How many times I’ve kissed your toes,
your perfect calves,
your knees.
I run my fingers up your thighs.
You bite your lip,
it bleeds.

Come back – Cary Briel

Posted on Mar 16, 2011 in Poetry, Writing

Your earth imparts
to my bare feet, your sea
to my fair shore,
a familiarity,
a cottage dream,
a door.
Oh Beloved,
ten thousand miles
you flew, you flew away.
Don’t you miss
my pretty knees?
Come back, come back and stay.

Happy Birthday

Posted on Feb 15, 2011 in Poetry, Writing

Tack up the ribbons,
the banners, with tape,
Set the table with tablecloth,
bright cups and plates.
Tell Grandma it’s time to bring in the cake.
Let all the faces crowd round you,
smiling and singing.
Happy Birthday so loud,
your ears are ringing.
Blow out the candles
with closed eyes and wish.
Pass ’round the cake
on bright, party dish.

Farewell, Misty – Cary Briel

Posted on Jan 31, 2011 in Poetry, Writing

Words will not capture
your sweetness,
your kind and tender heart.
Words can’t tell
how you loved,
how you were loved.
My heart wishes not to say goodbye.
It is sick.
My belly is aching and tight,
my head, hot.
Without you, the world is empty.
Blank looks fill the house.
Behind each is a cry.

The mud – Cary Briel

Posted on Jan 15, 2011 in Poetry, Writing

Vainly try, tall, soft grasses,
to emulate what passes
you by.
Bare leg and thigh.
You and I glide,
dizzy and dew streaked,
past oak and elm,
each overwhelmed.
Past otter and eagle,
sparrow, the stray beagle.
And we drop in the mud,
you and I, it dulling our touch.
But I’d become it with you again.
scrawl, sin’s dirty pen.

The old oak – Cary Briel

Posted on Nov 1, 2010 in Poetry, Writing

The old oak swayed
as I drove away,
my oldest friend
though I not his.
Many he’s known
for many a year
of creak and groan,
from acorn
’til I bought this home.
And now he’ll know another.

If you were a tree – Cary Briel

Posted on Oct 23, 2010 in Poetry, Writing

If you were a tree, you’d be an ash,
so tall and straight, I’d walk right past
the other trees and climb your limbs—
first hand, then foot,
at any whim
or fantasy,
and if I were high
in your small branches, to the sky,
you’d be so strong,
you’d hold my weight,
and I’d stay with you
very late.