Pending Cue

Put your hand on your heart, feel
and close your eyes
Would something change
when your eyes open
if I’m one step closer?

Listen with one ear, absorb
crashing waves on the shore
What sound prevails
if my deep voice
softly spoke in the other?

Feel the cooling breeze, enhance
the touch of my warm hands
What would be the answer
if my eyes are demanding
I need you tonight

I know you are out there, somewhere
perhaps silent as you sit and wonder
Asking where tomorrow will take you
Hoping for the love to save
and from the routine, an escape

I’ll come faster than lightning strikes
and we won’t think about tomorrow
You’ll be the only star of my sky
forevermore
if you only send me a sign

~

Scott Mitchell

Entre los pétalos

Disculpa mi mirada
Pequeña flor de bronce
La curiosidad embriaga
Por como te mostrarás
Floreciente
Y el brillo del rocío matinal

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Le ruego al sol
Aparece ahora y revela
El objeto de mi deseo

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Siente mi aliento, pequeña flor
Como unos labios suavemente exploran
Y remplazan mis pasiones
Con tu dulce aroma

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Mi ambición es mejorar
Y mantener la esmeralda con cuidados
No temas al abrazo
Y saborea el néctar que compartes

~

Scott Mitchell

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In English:

Between the Petals

Excuse my stare,
little flower of bronze
Curiosity intoxicates
for how you will appear
in full bloom
and a glaze of morning dew

I plead with the sun,
rise now and reveal
the entity of my desire

Feel my breath, little flower
as lips softly explore
and replace my passions
with your sweet aroma

My ambition is to mend
and hold the emerald with care
Do not fear as I embrace
and taste the nectar you share

Lucky Charm

Ejected from the sheets
I wake to my reality
Left you behind in reverie
I try to go back in my sleep

I told the truth
You’re the one of my dreams
It continues every night
I look for you in the deep

My arms remember holding
and it’s been way too long
You were tired and weak
I tried to be your strong

Invited to come
from afar, and I did
This heart was only yours
I gave it more on that trip

Ahhh, I grasped you tightly
and tried to ease your pains
As we sat in the park
staring at man-made rains

A paradigm shift occurred
everything went in reverse
Static and white noise
as I survive the curse

Connected in the wires
Connected in my veins
Working from the inside out
Reverse engineering my brain

Perhaps a strategy went bad
as cryptic agendas broke the view
Creating dependencies like a drug
and turned away when I need you

The eyes of a cherub can close
to this crazy thing called love
But for me it lasts forever
No desire to give up

I’ll never release my lucky charm
and it’s the hope that saves
There’s only one star in my night
and I’ll take it to the grave

~

Scott Mitchell

Musa

Evolve

Glaze of spring fragrance

Clings to delicate cocoon

Emerge with bronze wings

~

Scott Mitchell

Stagnant Tide (First Sonnet)

An orchestra blasts as the curtain closes at the end of a performance and as the speaker approaches the stage microphone.
“Thank you all for your presence tonight! Deepest apologies, but one of our premium performers cancelled and we’ve allowed a peasant from the coast named, hmm hmm, Scott Mitchell to recite HIS FIRST sonnet during intermission. Perhaps use this time to visit the restrooms or getting refreshments.”
A small gang of teenagers snicker as they disperse rotten tomatoes to their mates, in preparation to bombard the stage.
As bagpipes begin to play softly, the teens resist the urge and a curious audience returns to their seats.
Seated in the center of the stage, with long hair blocking view of his downward staring face, is the peasant using a candle as his reading light. The musicians pause and then start again, synchronous, as he begins reading… 

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“Throwing bottles to the sea with last hopes
replies from the queen were to no avail
In each, contained a small piece of his heart
each one was destined to where he once sailed
Spent himself, he did, on rejecting ears
her angel eyes he dreamed of, turned away
Accepting the fate of all of his fears
moments shared with others did not ease pain
In dark days he accepted his demise
seduced to follow a new warrior’s quest
Still, echoes of memories pierced his eyes
yearning for one more chance to give his best

Outside the queen’s window, a proof of sort
undying love in bottles filled her port”

~

Scott Mitchell

Locks of Deja vu

Feet planted on the ground
yet a sky full of desire
Countless lightning streams
link the realms as golden wires

One large gasp as I inhale
all the energy of poetic past
I’m earnestly hemming my way
to live this moment at last

Stanzas written with my eyes
prepare my muse to accept me in
Every word intensely motivated
as your hands direct my pen

I am quivering in your breeze
as I’m smelling your sweet breath
I am willingly detained
as dark locks graze my chest

Lyrics are softly unspoken
by adjacent tongues and hips
Spreading ink on the paper
as we connect our lips

Inducement from our dance
causes patience to wear thin
Pen released from our control
Now we’re all the way in

We understand each other
My point is in you and it’s clear
Sir William shook the world
but we can shake this sphere

Now, I’ll need you forever
I’m addicted to this realm with you
I’ll always be back for more
of our continuous deja vu

~

Scott Mitchell