scripted truth

I rest my eyes
on the sunset, long in shadow
and lost in temptation

I recall
a coddled wall
of memories

where backlash
found safety, a thin membrane
of projection

and a hurled osmosis
of confusion

a scripted truth

of
transmigration, and the cosmosis birth
of you


Photo by PeterKraayvanger, Pixabay

Twitter #vss365 prompt words used: coddle, hurl, script. Follow me on Twitter here.


It occurred to me recently that Iโ€™ve not yet shared all of my response poems to the Nature Speaks of Love and Sorrow: 30 Poems in 30 Days Collaboration. Therefore, over the next several weeks, I will share a couple of them each week, along with the poet that inspired my poetic response.

Here are the first two.

Artless Love

they alight on a leaf
tranquil, and made up of a piece
of our love

the broken bits
sewn back together
by the sky

above

restless, and tired
I linger in the alcove

where mist
displays the toxicity of the pain
in my head
and

in my heart

drifting with the wind
I stop
and realize

you
are the one thatโ€™s always been
and will always be

dramatized
by the rendition of an artless love


Artless Love was inspired by the poem Butterflies Blue, by Shruthi.


Lonely, and Desolate

confusion abounds inside my head
while I linger along a street
lonely, and

desolate

ambling
toward the sunshine over the horizon
I melt

into
a pool of wonderment
and of awe

awaiting
the stars to appear in the sky
I too

realize
you are at the center of my life
teaching me more
than any book could possibly
confide

the love
youโ€™ve delivered to me
over the course of my life


Lonely, and Desolate was inspired by the poem Stay Away, by Spriha Kant.


Jeff Flesch

Author, #1 Amazon Bestseller Nature Speaks of Love and Sorrow

Co-Author, #1 Amazon Bestseller, Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Women

Author of the Month, Jan/Feb 2022, Spillwords Press


#poetry, #30-poems-in-30-days, #clarity, #confusion, #cosmos, #healing, #life, #love, #memories, #nature, #naturespeaks, #poem, #projection, #promise-and-possibility, #renewal, #scripted-truth

exhaling love

my heart bleeds my love for you
a reminiscence

and oft felt presence

the touch
of you close, holding memories more than
most

the scent of you filling our room, before
we felt the need to say
adieu

and, upon your return
the sound of your breath

exhaling the words

I love you


exhaling love was inspired by the poem Forevermore, by Kirsten Curcio.


Photo by Engin_Akyurt, Pixabay.



Jeff Flesch

Author, #1 Amazon New Release Nature Speaks of Love and Sorrow

Co-Author, #1 Amazon Bestseller, Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Women

Author of the Month, Jan/Feb 2022, Spillwords Press


#poetry, #30-poems-in-30-days, #exhaling-love, #gain, #heart, #loss, #love, #memories, #nature, #naturespeaks, #poem, #romance, #scent, #senses

#NatureSpeaks: 30 #Poems in 30 Days โ€“ Day 17: The Resurrection of Red, by Camellia

When was the last time
We turned the pages of our photo album?
Our memories changed colors,
Stripped of its blues, the red walked aloneโ€ฆ
A haunting in lavender, the mountain shook
As our watery hearts created a world,
Trapped between latitudes and longitudesโ€ฆ
Emerald leaves, signed with secrets,
Flew in the windโ€ฆ
I guess you were always like a quiet forest,
And I was the sun that shined through you,
Blinded by my own lightโ€ฆ
Eyes closed, mind opened at last,
I surrender to your empty canopyโ€ฆ
Riseโ€ฆ


The Resurrection of Red was inspired by the poem Lavender Sheds. You can read more of Camelliaโ€™s poetry on Twitter here.


Submissions are still open for the Nature Speaks of Love and Sorrow: 30 Poems in 30 Days Collaboration. The submission details are located here.



Jeff Flesch

Author, #1 Amazon New Release Nature Speaks of Love and Sorrow

Co-Author, #1 Amazon Bestseller, Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Women

Author of the Month, Jan/Feb 2022, Spillwords Press


#poetry, #30-poems-in-30-days, #blind, #colors, #forest, #haunting, #heart, #life, #love, #memories, #mind, #mountains, #nature, #naturespeaks, #poem, #sight, #sun, #trapped

shattering like glassโ€ฆ

walking into misery, watching it unfold, it envelops me
like a cloak, I

drown from within, you were just here, how could
it have beenโ€ฆunderstanding loses meaning,
as heart breaks into a thousand
pieces

shattering like glass, spreading out through the air,
diamond bits rest in my chest, throat stuck,
tongue thick, with
a mind
blinking
into
a
mistโ€ฆ

traveling back in time, unavailable, so will settle
on memories lying dormant
in mind, and
heart

though
they
do
tell the story of your love, divined

deep as the ocean is wide, you did your best, while
dealing with your pain
like a mime

and, while goodbyes are unnecessary, I would like to tell
you how much I love you,
one last
timeโ€ฆ


Photo by Nicholas_Demetriades, Pixabay


#poetry, #emotions, #feelings, #healing, #heartache, #life, #loss, #love, #memories, #mind, #pain, #poem, #reflection, #reminiscence

dusty, and delicious

dusty,
and delicious,
a fond remembrance

of times gone by,
a child of five,
eagerly awaiting,
pacing back and forth,
looking at the door, wanting moreโ€ฆ

creaks now sound,
pacing stops,
gliding towards the door, I go,
stop, and wait patiently, I see

in the mirror, me

smile brimming,
heart delighted,
rocking towards my heels,
glee from within, waiting on theeโ€ฆ

the door opens, oh,
the sound, as
light comes forth,
the wafting deliciousness
is smelled for miles aroundโ€ฆI

now bound up, and

over the table,
ready to dig in, selection
important, take only one,
towards me it comes,
biggest bites as possible
are just enoughโ€ฆ

โ€ฆuntil I succumb
to the last crumbโ€ฆ

In response to the WDYS#103 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.

Image credit; Jovan Vasiljeviฤ‡


#poetry, #anticipation, #childhood, #donuts, #life, #memories, #poem, #reflection, #wdys

one of our favorite pastimes

Image credit; Tumisu @ย Pixabay

letters loved,
and images
delivered

to the
forefront
of our
consciousness,
creating rhymes,
at times, sublime

stories, they
always do
shine

loved
as a child,
displayed
in the books

we
treasure
as a
clandestine

meeting
of minds

as, our
imaginations
conjure textures
of places
far and wide,
doing well
to abide
in one of our
favorite pastimes

In response to the WDYS #95 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.


#poetry, #books, #childhood, #life, #love, #memories, #poem, #reminiscence, #stories, #wdys95

to live a life as full as heeded

Photo by Svyatoslav Romanov on Unsplash

locked inside
a container,
of my own making

I struggle to find
the light,
complete absence
thereof,
sets me off with a fright

struggling
to breath,
wondering
if life
is all that it seems

I get quiet,
quiet enough
to hear
the hammering
of my heart,
against
my painful chest

then,

it picks up
speed,
in relation
to the myriad
thoughts
roiling around my head,

faster
than anything
can be said
to have sped

slowing
them down
not possible,
tools escape me,
trapped,
and isolated,
tears well
in my eyes,
and I even,
at that time,
struggle to cry

they
leak instead,
when fullness
overflows
into stations
of another
portended foundation

and,

years later,
I will reflect on
these times,
after learning
has been delivered,
and understanding
is bourgeoning
within my hearts center

holding
these memories
ever so lightly,
abiding in my center
and knowing,
though painful,
these experiences,
were necessary, and
needed,
to live a life as full
as heeded


#poetry, #center, #emotions, #foundation, #heart, #knowing, #learning, #letting-go, #life, #living, #love, #memories, #poem, #poems, #reminiscence, #understanding

Presence is Present as a Present: Amber and Jeff (2)

Photo by Jamie Pilgrim on Unsplash

I sit and stare out the window,
as light, refracting,
dances and glints at me,
reminiscent of memories of another
time,
filling my face with light that
glows brightly from within as
the presence
sits upright and holds tight.

Within the temple of my senses,
the mystery I contemplate
awakens me
to the quiet immensity
of the antenna of my satellite.

I watch, listen, and learn, from
within,
the presence fills me with such
delight, and
the awakening keeps my mind clear
insight.

The outer worldโ€™s reflection
is alive with sprites,
beings in this garden
of Gaiaโ€™s night.

Behold,
the sense of alight
you feel,
as you watch,
the silent observer within,
for the next part of this
rhyme,
we may call lifeโ€™s present to
sight.

Dreaming imagination,
yet steady observance
within this soul vehicle,
drifting in and out
of shades of consciousness
whilst grounding to the foundations
of the earthโ€™s core vibration.

Within and without, such
a dance of wonder and joy
to conjure and explore. Stay and move
with the vibration thatโ€™s there, for itโ€™s the gift
of this lifeโ€™s stability and core.

Presence is present as a present,
multitudes of every giving galore.

We hope you enjoyed this second collaboration between Amber of DiosRaw and myself. Much fun.

#poetry, #awakening, #consciousness, #contemplation, #gaia, #imagination, #introspection, #light, #memories, #poem, #poems, #presence, #present, #senses, #soul, #stability, #vibration