A sestina is a poem with six stanzas of six lines plus a final triplet (called an "envoi"), all stanzas having the same six words at the line-ends in six different sequences that follow a fixed pattern, and with all six words appearing in the envoi. In this sestina, the six words are love, heart, … Continue reading A Love Sestina
🙂 To hear this poem, use the player below. 🙂 by Paul Raworth Bennett I'm a middle-aged man who has learned over time Just what makes people tick, their rhythm and rhyme More than anyone else there’s a man I admire So I thought I’d describe him in case you inquire Well the first thing … Continue reading The Man I Admire
🙂 To hear this poem, use the player below 🙂 Anticipationby Paul Raworth Bennett brown glassy eyesthe unblinking gazeof adorationof infinite trustof pure til-death-do-us-part black button nosemoist, ready, twitching(just a little) pink tongue, spring-loadedwith a fusillade of kisses(and barely visible) eighteen pounds ofwarm, woolly,buff-coloured lovequietly perched atopfour floppy legs leaning forwardprimed for actionwaiting for the … Continue reading Anticipation
I’ve known some lovely women o’er the yearsHad ups and downs enough to surely knowMy earnest heart’s had lots of time to growWell-tempered, it's known happy times and tearsMy life is almost always filled with joyHowever what I’m missing is a mateI’m trying to be a patient man and waitShe doesn’t have to be Helen … Continue reading Ready and Waiting
and then, atop a mess ofsoaked Egyptian cotton, whilewater trickled fromthe overturned bedside vase, andas if discovering a spring aftera week without water in the SaharaRemy and Anäis devoured each otherplaying one anotherlike musical instrumentshim the sax and her the violintheir harmonics blending inrainbow explosions thatraised neighbors' eyebrowsrattled the Royal Doulton andrippled the orange pekoe … Continue reading Reunited
when I think back upon the years it always fills my eyes with tears what luck we had to find a love as pure as from the skies above the day won't come that I'll forget the summer camp where we first met and how from such a fumbled kiss grew 60 years of wedded … Continue reading ElderLove
🙂 To hear this poem, use the player below. 🙂 The Kiss by Paul Raworth Bennett When you're nearby you spark in me desire A primal urge to have our bodies meet So we might make a lengthy moment sweet Let's join our mouths and set ourselves on fire So let us both draw near … Continue reading The Kiss
🙂 To hear this poem, use the player below. 🙂 The Bard's Kiss by Paul Raworth Bennett When thou art near thou spark in me desire A primal urge to has’t our bodies meet And maketh now a lengthy moment sweet Let us join lips, setteth ourselves on fire Alloweth us draw near and close … Continue reading The Bard’s Kiss
~ for M.B. ~ Run to me, oh spotted fawn His raging alcoholic inferno Destroying your soul for ages Is behind you now Sparks still chase Popping and hissing after you You've been running, exhausted Trapped, frightened, confused Escaping your living nightmare But fear not, don't look back Now you are free! Come drink of … Continue reading Swim For Your Life in Me
as I listened to her slender fingersmaking exquisite loveto the ivoriesto the melodyto Rachmaninoffto the audienceto the Universeto the thousand miles between usto my heartand to every atom in my BeingI realized that we mustnever actually meet, for I'dgive myself instantly to hermelt into her minddisappear within her souldazzled by her brillianceincinerated by her beautyand … Continue reading The Terrifying Seduction
~ for S.L. ~ The other day, in the wee hours While I couldn't sleep A pencil sketch - long and tenderly held, within my heart - Fading, yet never doomed to oblivion Emerged from my nimble fingertips It was of her and me, aged five and seven Carefree and innocent Walking together along the … Continue reading Happy for Her
~~ for Lynn S ~~ While staring holes into the sea-foam patterns slipping away in the ferry's wake, my father's arm draped across my small, skinny shoulders, I felt for the first time a melancholy, a sadness, a yearning that I'll never forget. I was eight during that sunny August of 1972, and my family … Continue reading My First Kiss
Several times during the party I'd look across at you Feel your laughter, and admire The way you sat - crossed legs, slender ankles The way you moved your fine-boned, tender hands The smile in your eyes - sparkling, loving The way you touched your hair - exquisite! And then everyone else in the room … Continue reading At the Party
She Sang My Body Electric (for starry-eyed lovers everywhere) she sang my body electric that time her teenaged hazel eyes caught mine adrenaline sparks electrifying my trip-hammering heart she stole my breath, gave me a start that breezy April afternoon while we flew kites among the seagulls she sang my body electric when our bodies, … Continue reading She Sang My Body Electric
(for Woman Unknown) your steadfast heart is a sturdy easel supporting my spirit as I unleash myself upon life's canvas slather the colours, spill the paint mix ugly tones with vibrant hues, and then throw up my hands, hurl the canvas and start once again your nimble mind is a brilliant candle lighting my brief passage through life with … Continue reading Why I Adore You
When he was very young, my son thought up the words for #3 and #4 (he was a math whiz). Got a favorite of the 10, or one of your own? Feel free to comment~!
🙂 To hear this poem, use the player below. 🙂 Word Powerless by Paul Raworth Bennett Within our common heart We once savored joy’s nectars But then we tore apart A gaping hole rent my bleeding soul And my heart scarred over with Blown chances, squandered gifts, and broken dreams “She misses you!” cooed a … Continue reading Word Powerless
🙂 To hear this poem, use the player below. 🙂 You! by Paul Raworth Bennett ~~~ for my son... Happy 23rd Birthday! ~~~ My hand glided over your mother's beautiful, swollen belly Feeling your kicks and taps We sang you lullabies and read you stories while You explored your warm, liquid cocoon Nine months of excitement, … Continue reading You!
🙂 To hear this poem, use the player below. 🙂 How Many... ? by Paul Raworth Bennett (for a long-gone girlfriend who tried so hard to set me free) How many? How many ways can I ruin the eggs while you're Warming under the duvet? How many ways can I mangle the notes while I'm Singing … Continue reading How Many… ?
by Paul Raworth Bennett ~~~ a tale of hope, for the people of Aleppo ~~~ The four-year war had become especially violent during the Fall. Now the Army was closing in, choking much of eastern Aleppo. Intermittent radio broadcasts featured Alawite songs, propaganda, and Assad’s reviled voice reassuring them that soon the rebel menace would … Continue reading The Birds of Aleppo