If I Were a Poet by Nicole Barth [5/9/17]

I've been taught it takes a lot of
Prowess to be a poet;
That finding beauty in metaphors
And explaining the color of his eyes
In a way that isn't akin to
Pools,
orbs
or
crystalline

Could  bring me accolades.

I've been inculcated with
Datum after datum
That poetry should evoke emotions
And physical responses with every line;

That there's no sense in writing
If your Public's heard it all before.

Well,
I've seen and heard plenty
And been taught even more.

But why wait for the perfect line,
The inimitable truth;
The glistening metaphor,
When the core of it,
The very vibration with which you speak
Ignites the crowd?

Speak the truth;
Write your reality

And continue the creation. 

Into the Deep by Nicole Barth [5/9/17]

And if my words could travel through the
Ocean, down the fathoms,
Would they find you
In the sum of  your profundity?
Would the echoes of last night
Wander through depths to meet you?

Would you join me,
Whispering like the seaweed
On the ocean floor?

If I Look by Nicole Barth [6/15/16]

The city pulsates,
bursting in a glorious cacophony;
Truck horns blaring their condescension as
Gothic, Art Nouveau and
Victorian buildings spectate;

Buildings thrown together like the misfits
of New York City populace.

I come from a city of car exhaust and
cigar smoke that lines the
entrances of canopies and foliage;

I am the halal cart greeting you
in front of the Natural History Museum;

the Oak trees in Central Park,
the homeless on the bench;

the runner in the bike lane;

The light at 4 a.m.

Armonía by Nicole Barth [4/9/16]

We dance

in every undulation of a vast ocean;

humming along velvet skies and
whispering truths that crash

against me like sea foam.

You have stardust in your eyes

and a stained glass window for a soul.

We live in syncopated rhythms.

van Gogh's Tea Cup by Nicole Barth [12/26/15]

You are the sea of watercolors
in the bottom of a porcelain tea cup;

the infusion
of lavender and indigo symphonies,
serene in our microcosm...
and, I, your eddy.

I have always been the fresh water fish
shifting the current in you; floating through
rose petals and chamomile tea
in an infinite loop.

And together, we are the ocean's expanse,
forever rising and falling as one.

To you, Unknown by Nicole Barth [7/28/15]

I am tranquil in the realm
of infinite possibilities;
in the expanse of you. Of me.

I will find your soul
in the lullaby night.

I will not fear
the crumbled earth.

For you and I will be the same;
drifting in concentric circles.

Here and Now by Nicole Barth [7/17/15]

I live in spirals of violet and flashes of gold,
in refracted light through stained glass.

Ichor in my veins;
drums beating in my bones,
I expunged doubt
plaguing my trembling hands.

I am a California wildfire,
fearless in the summer night.