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May 2019 · 194
I Cannot Tell
Mathew Kohnen May 2019
I can speak of a warm buttery sun dripping into an azure sky
A cool mint green lawn rolling on down to a cerulean pool, white clouds swimming beneath the surface
A billowing quilt of wild flowers settling on an earthen bed
But I cannot tell you how beautiful a day is

I can speak of my fingers running through chestnut brown hair, soft as spun silk
Eyes sparkling like sunrise, and as comfortable as a sunset
Velvety skin against mine causing delightful trembling along my body
But I cannot tell you how beguiling you are

I can speak of my soul joining yours in a celestial dance
A wanderer who’s journey is ended
The precious gift of you
But I cannot tell you how much I love you

There are no words

None
Apr 2019 · 299
I Wanted to Believe
Mathew Kohnen Apr 2019
You’re a realist
A wanna-be soulmate, a
Lie that stole my soul
Apr 2019 · 317
Simply Blessed
Mathew Kohnen Apr 2019
Rise, greet your new day
A joy to receive knowing
It’s given in love.
Apr 2019 · 176
Mood
Mathew Kohnen Apr 2019
Come to me at dawn
We will rise, embrace the day
Come to me at night
In the dark hours, with my thoughts
Leave me as I am
Apr 2019 · 194
The Feild
Mathew Kohnen Apr 2019
Pink and white petals swirl on a breath of spring
Alight upon a verdant lawn
We stroll through a Tomikichiro’s masterpiece
Buds that stretched their leaves at dawn open in arrays of colors
I choose the prettiest to place on your flaxen curls and dub you the queen of May
Humbly I fall to my knees, wrap my arms about your waist
And lay my head against your bare stomach
You wrap an arm around my neck and stroke my hair
Skin as warm and soft as down
The scent of a field of flowers after a spring rain envelops me
I lie you down in the grass and our minds give way to sensual discovery
The Cherry Blossom trees toss their petals like rice at a wedding
Our souls are pledged
40 springs have come and gone
40 years, each day of each year a blessing
Someday my love, hand in hand, we’ll walk the field
You’ll wear a crown of flowers
I’ll lay you down in the grass.
The Cherry Blossom trees will toss their petals like flowers on a grave.
Our souls forever pledged
Apr 2019 · 206
None Forgotten
Mathew Kohnen Apr 2019
The unlovable loved
The fallen lifted. Embraced
Christ unending gifts
Mathew Kohnen
Apr 2019 · 168
The Dark Hours
Mathew Kohnen Apr 2019
Be it soon after twilight,
Or before morning bright.
Whenever it is dark, it is night.
Mathew Kohnen
Apr 2019 · 158
Easter
Mathew Kohnen Apr 2019
On Easter morning,
I stood in prism light lifted on hymns of glory
I thought how Easter is based on death
How life lies between the quotation marks of birth and death

I’ve known the gutter and a home
Fellowship and adversary
Victory and collapse
Love that made me a better man each day
Love went away leaving me incomplete but blessed

Now little cherubs dressed in spring scurry about hunting for treasures
Moms and dads with guiding hands
Onlookers, clearing their throats and point fingers

Jesus, perfect and loving, gave the greatest sacrificed to save us all.
This I do believe
I do not believe Jesus now waits at some distant future
To embrace us and guide us to our rest

Jesus is by a bush nudging a plastic egg a little more in the open
He celebrated each up and got me through each down
He is the essence of spring, a world newly born, life renewing.
How does one say thank you for just a gift?

“Thank you”
Mathew Kohnen
Apr 2019 · 191
Parched
Mathew Kohnen Apr 2019
From the living well
God offers all the ladle
Each soul to be quenched
Mathew Kohnen
Apr 2019 · 162
The Fall
Mathew Kohnen Apr 2019
I found my spirit with broken wing upon the grass
Cupping it in my hands I cradled it
And laid it in a shoe box
On a bed of Shredded hopes and dreams
I did not know from where or when it had fallen

I recalled my eyes squinting up at the sky
It soared so high above the clouds
Always too high to see
But the tug on my heart
Like a kite string in my hand
Pulled me upward

I knelt near the wounded bird
As he pecked at his bedding
Not to rearrange but reconstruct
I gave the lush plumage a long gentle stroke
My hand was cold and numb

He sang to me
A song of yearning
Of passing through white clouds
And water droplets drying in the warm sun
Cerulean sky fading into indigo
Oh but how his eyes did sparkle
Singing of floating among the stars on spread wings

His psalm ended
Tears burnt my cheeks
My heart was broken, my soul lost
When an abandoned child deep within
Cried from the shadows of my mind
You need only set him free
Lift me and together we’ll watch the majestic fight
In awe and wonder
As we did before the fall

I brought the child into the light
My soul felt reborn
It saw the world anew, as I came to know
The child I let go astray
My spirit did so rise
Looped three times about our heads
Then rose up, soon out of site
But still firmly tethered to my heart
Mathew Kohnen
Apr 2019 · 434
Soar
Mathew Kohnen Apr 2019
Let my heart erupt
My spirit will rise above
No longer tethered
Mathew Kohnen
Apr 2019 · 150
Without bias
Mathew Kohnen Apr 2019
It seems a given
Humans are flawed Thankfully
My dog is lenient
Mathew Kohnen
Apr 2019 · 195
Spring Maidens
Mathew Kohnen Apr 2019
Three maidens from a long sleep did rise
Their skin as white as winter’s snow
They opened eyes that sparkled as rippling brooks in morning sunrise
A potion from the colors of wild flowers gave their skin a radiant glow
With voices light as a gentle breeze
A song they sang so sweetly
Lyrics they learned from birds singing in the trees
A passing stream gave the melody
One is birth
Another hope
The third love
Their time is now to touch each life
Open your heart, your spirit to renew
Like frost in the spring, they melt away yesterday’s strife
Close your eyes, open your soul, see the world anew
Mathew Kohnen
Apr 2019 · 309
You are not responsible
Mathew Kohnen Apr 2019
I gave you my heart,
My soul, You did not ask. Still
They’ll know nowhere else
Mathew Kohnen
Apr 2019 · 843
No Verse Today
Mathew Kohnen Apr 2019
I have no verse today.
God’s in heaven, angels watch
What more can  I say
Mathew Kohnen
Apr 2019 · 142
The Journey
Mathew Kohnen Apr 2019
In the glow of morning’s promise
I set out with much anticipation
Down a long winding road,
With excited expectation
Each bend beckoned me on.
Each brought me closer to my destination
When vines of doubt entangled me blocking my heavenly compass
I hacked, pulled and fought to not lose my direction
Breaking through, I was stopped short on a crumbling rocky projection
I looked across my canyon of failure with heart broke frustration
With a fool’s shame
I turned back the way I came
With leaden feet I shuffled back lamenting a journey with no gain
But smile as reflecting, the travel was an adventure full of promise.
Tomorrow I start again
Mathew Kohnen
Apr 2019 · 234
Consumed
Mathew Kohnen Apr 2019
You love completely, uncompromisingly me
You are all about me
You are inside me.
You are the soul of me.
You are the essence of me.
If you let me be
Would I be me
Perhaps it’s time we see
Mathew Kohnen
Mar 2019 · 820
Don't Blink
Mathew Kohnen Mar 2019
Pretty wide eyes looking up at me
My reflection in a liquid cerulean pool
Elongates in a tear rolling down your cheek
You blink
I’m gone
Mathew Kohnen
Mar 2019 · 144
Soulmates
Mathew Kohnen Mar 2019
Strip me of everything
Oust me from my home
Undo all I’ve done
Leave me nothing.  I am still blessed
My riches cannot be possessed
All that is of value cannot be owned
Try to hold, a sunbeam, a spring breeze, a new-born’s cry, your lover’s laugh
Everything of man will decay and pass, but these things are forever
She is as ethereal and eternal as all of God’s blessings and she keeps my soul
Mathew Kohnen
Mar 2019 · 301
Truth
Mathew Kohnen Mar 2019
Loving words pretend
The truth we find in the end
In deeds of a friend
Mar 2019 · 213
Special Simplicity
Mathew Kohnen Mar 2019
You called me soulmate.
Love me for time without end
But first be a friend?
Mar 2019 · 187
The Dark hours
Mathew Kohnen Mar 2019
Be it soon after twilight,
Or before morning bright.
Whenever it is dark, it is night.
Mar 2019 · 156
My soul at peace.
Mathew Kohnen Mar 2019
Why can’t I die? Why Can’t I die? Why Can’t I just die?
Over and over and over again in my head.
Absolutely imploring.
Why can’t I die? Why Can’t I die? Why Can’t I just die?

Draw in a deep breath.
Such a fool.
An iconic rhetorical question.
I know why I can’t die.

But maybe for a short while.
My soul so wants to visit home.
Enjoy a little bit of peace.
Mar 2019 · 206
The Theory of Nothing
Mathew Kohnen Mar 2019
A most debated question;
Why is there something,
Rather than nothing.
One theory states;
Nothing can not exist,
Because we can not concieve of it
The scientists who thought of this;
Might not have taken this view,
If they had experienced the loss of you.
Feb 2019 · 174
The Dark hours
Mathew Kohnen Feb 2019
Be it soon after twilight,
Or before morning bright.
Whenever it is dark, it is night
Feb 2019 · 354
Arise
Mathew Kohnen Feb 2019
Do not hide little one.
The brief chill is only winter exhaling its last breath
Arise, unfold your leaves and open your bud.
Let the mellow glow of the new day dry the dew.
Let all creatures that would, take of your nectar
You sit on God’s palette from which he dips his brush and on an emerald canvas,
Paints red and golds and colors of such extraordinary beauty,
The artist’s hand is staid.
The poet is speechless.
You join in bringing a grace to the world which my words cannot adequately describe little one.
I am thankful and humbled.
Feb 2019 · 284
Open
Mathew Kohnen Feb 2019
Why are you lonesome?
You seek, you welcome, you wait.
Many come and go.

Still you are lonely.
One wishes in. Your door is closed.
Open wide your heart.

— The End —