the seeds

the fields brown grass reminds of tall tasks

flowers not yet weeping
seeds buried deep
awaiting the stars signal

to start creeping

toward the light on the other side
where crimson colored apples
and white-washed cotton candy

fill the skies

they are the seeds
made out of the kindest touch
and a whole lot of hope and love


A shorter version of this poem is also available on Twitter.

Photo by Bessi, Pixabay


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our hearts packaged in love…

gifts under the tree, it seems like some kind of land in-
between, known and not, it’s as if
you’ve come from afar,
and
dropped

the love you feel in aspects hearted, they are dreams
displayed with love, and a misty-eyed cavalcade
imparted

ribbons
held together,
just right,
the fit
tight,
with
much light,
swirling in a vacuum
of delight…and

a tender-loving kindness, with a whole lot of rich-textured
sentimental(ness)
bestowed
before
we
go, and
take flight

leaving behind our hearts packaged in love, bright, on this
most glorious
night…

In response to the WDYS #113 from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.


Image credit; Jonathan Borba @ Pixels


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conjure up love, wildly…

fingers trace the landscape, of a love once
beloved, just as the tree limbs speak
to me, of the dream
living inside
the breeze,
so
does

the gloom, remind me of lessons learned, from
the myriad pushes, and pulls,
orbiting around
the
suns’
moon…

it’s as if the flowers were speaking to ancient
lands, bestowing their kindness
within, of the time,
sands

as
they continue to focus on our hearts, showing us
how to conjure up love, wildly,
while allowing our
souls
to
ignite nightly…


Photo by Hans, Pixabay


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