flowers hold a love
of their own,
petals, sepals, and
stamen, sewn, with
dewdrops of compassion shown
all
held together
in a gentle repose…
nature’s magnificence bestowed…
Photo by Glady, Pixabay
nature’s magnificence bestowed…
Tag Archives: Life
Dance Away the Day, Published at MasticadoresIndia
I am so pleased to announce that my poem, Dance Away the Day, is now available at MasticadoresIndia. Another big thank you to Terveen Gill, and the team at MasticadoresIndia for their continued support, and for publishing this piece.
Dance Away the Day
as a tear
escapes my eye,
I resist
even more,
not wanting
to face
the deluge
needing
to pour forth
gritting
my teeth…
I would be honored if you would go here and read the rest of my poem. Thank you!
Photo by Matteo Catanese on Unsplash
the love we feel deep inside…
looking to the sky, I see wisps of dreams pass by,
hung to clouds, and curled up tight inside
they drift and float, as the land and sea
continue to roam, we
search far and wide, and continue to try,
clutching at dreams, portrayed in the mirrors
magic display, seen…
a reflection, and refraction, of life’s mysterious
contradictions of mind, gleaned…yet
stillness continues to elude us, as we hang our dreams
on the clouds that pass by, and search for meaning
outside, still
as day turns to night, and
the clouds disappear from sight,
the light burning on the horizon, bright,
reminds us
of the love we feel deep inside…
Photo by Fotocitizen, Pixabay
we kiss time goodbye…
apart, a distance kept, past regret,
and other mysterious combinations of lives lived
instead
the love of a lifetime, and beyond all lifelines,
blossoms, as we touch the sky, with hearts filled with
love and joy
once, we bid adieu, not knowing whether our paths
would cross again, we, two
souls separated by circumstance, now fly high,
transparency by design, seeing each other
for the first time, we rely, and
cross the crowded city center, enter each
others arms, hold close, as the
stars align
and we kiss time goodbye….
In response to the WDYS#106 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.
Image credit; Gennaro Leonardi @ Pixabay
our loving escape…
love lost and unadorned, yet remembered, and
stored, for it’s you, I’ve always adored…
like butterflies have wings, you always see me,
as I am, not another iteration of a dream
romance
making my towards you, raising through the seas
of possibility, and tranquility, I look forlorn
at times
yet, know
you’re always there with a helpful hand, guiding me,
through ordeals trivial, and those most plentiful,
and mystical
remembering this, gives way to a love
deep within
like sap running through the veins of a tree,
my heart pumps love throughout my
beings entirety
holding it in place, creating a soft and textured space,
for our loving escape…
The opening line to this poem, and thus the entire poem, was inspired by a wonderful poem, titled November, by Simmi, of Rose-Colored Glasses? If you’ve not yet visited Simmi’s site, and read the poetry there, please do so, it is lovely.
Photo by Stergo, Pixabay
the dream tree…
the veins of the earth pour
through me, as I sit quietly, contemplating
the tree, me, and all I see…
…I wonder if this life is really meant to be,
or, if the me I see, is simply a reflection
of the dream tree…
cascading light reflects off the tree, and
I gather up memories bound underneath the sea,
and wish for another reality
where pain and pleasure go together,
like twins, conjoined in a love so tender,
kind, and altogether
reminiscent
of the mystery,
we’ve spent our lives trying to out figure…
your ever loving midst, Published at MasticadoresUSA
I am so pleased to announce that my poem, your ever loving midst, is now available at MasticadoresUSA. A big thank you to, Gabriela Marie Milton, and the team at MasticadoresUSA for their continued support, and for publishing this piece.
your ever loving midst
eyes,
shining bright,
just like the stars
on the clearest night
when you
first
came into
view…
I would be honored if you would go here and read the rest of my poem. Thank you!
Photo by Robson Hatsukami Morgan on Unsplash
I give my heart to you
drinking in the sea water, I hear the bell toll, and,
indeed, it’s my heart you stole
with a second glance, just the kind of romance,
making stories appear
much more than circumstance…
I give my heart to you, as you walk from the sand,
into a land, ill-defined,
and yet, part of the current storyline…
waiting with bated breath,
your hand again clasps mine…and
in that moment, we realize,
just how much love is left in the world
when we’re together…
is divine…
an ode to you, I do then write
I look into your eyes, and see
reflections of our shared history…
a puppy once, around the house you trounced,
with joyfulness in your heart, a beautiful dance,
as the birds swayed in the breeze, and looked on entranced…
as you grew taller, I followed your lead, and
led a life full of joy and pain, both, yet
either way, when I returned from the day
there you were, ready to play, no dismay, only
love in your heart center on full display…
an ode to you, on this day, I do then write
of your birth on this most beautiful night…
I sing a song to you of love, passion,
and, though we had our struggles,
in the end, our relationship was ultimately full
of the most blissful compassion…
In response to the WDYS#105 prompt, from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.
Image credit; Charles Deluvio @ Unsplash
towards the light of another day…
I skip over puddles, one, two, three,
in the mirror images, I see, you
refracted back at me…
always loving and kind, despite the pain
sitting on the surface
of our contoured purpose,
reaching deep within,
looking amongst the worn out travelers, sin
arises, seems raw, and depletes me again…
tired, and tortured, I look to the earth’s very nature, for a sense of purpose
realizing
the feelings, and thoughts, go against the grain
like the trees, bare, and scorched of their outer skins, while flayed and portrayed
in the myriad contexts,
where love is at the center, not grim,
more compassionate, to the travelers
making their way
towards the light of another day…
Photo by distelAPPArath from Pixabay
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