February 1, 2017

Three Poems by Scott Thomas Outlar: "Magnetic Pulse," "Both Sides of the Same Soul," and "Counting Stars"

Scott Thomas Outlar hosts the site 17Numa.wordpress.com where links to his published poetry, fiction, essays, interviews, and books can be found. He recently received three Pushcart Prize nominations for his work in 2016. Scott is a member of The Southern Collective Experience. He serves as an editor for Walking Is Still Honest Press, The Blue Mountain Review, and The Peregrine Muse.

Magnetic Pulse

Your love is like the original pulse of creation,
infused with the Holy Spirit Vibration,
embedded in the core of the first atom
as the Big Bang explosion erupts outward,
sending a signal of evolution’s song
to scatter throughout the vast cosmos
before finally coming to rest
in the depths of my heart
where your sweet symphony of salvation
constantly hums with the flow of blood
that circulates through the veins of my system.

Your love is like the rising waves of an ocean,
pulled by the forces of a magnetic moon,
infinitely connected with the consciousness of nature,
lifting my soul to the highest possible peak,
carrying my body atop a powerful tide
as the sound of splashing water
strongly surges through my ears
and then gently sets me down on the shore
where your arms are waiting to steady me once more
with the divine comfort of your holy touch.

Your love is like a beautiful leaf in autumn,
falling from a tree where I sit in the woods
to land upon the page being written in your honor,
granting me a wish that you’ve already fulfilled,
gracing me with the harmony of a happy moment,
guiding my thoughts to align more closely with yours,
reminding me that the intimacy shared
between two swans in perfect synchronization
is more precious than any other emotion on earth.

Both Sides of the Same Soul

My mind is empty,
exhausted of thoughts,
seeking a precious moment
of calm respite
with only the sound
of crickets providing the chorus
along with a soothing symphony
of wind rustling through leaves.

My heart, however, is full,
filled to the brim,
looking for a sweet chalice
of infinite love
where the overflow
from this wellspring of joy
can cascade through the currents
and drown in drunken bliss.

Counting Stars

I lick the moon
and taste diamonds

I listen to the owls
hoot and holler
from the woods

I count every star
and say your name

…an infinite number of kisses

Scott Thomas Outlar

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