scent of jasmine

You.

It’s always been, given to me once
at the precipice of a love

filled with tales
grim
and others’ riding the backs of whales

I listen for you in the nightshade
of a heart asundered

by the mere mention of your name in pale
and indigo fibers

filled with stitched together riders

their hearts, gold through and through
just like the love I feel for you

A moment.

I pause to breathe
and exhale the scent of jasmine

realizing you’ve come to me in time

with the music I hear, for two, everytime to my heart
nearer, are

You.


Photo by Mona Eendra on Unsplash


#poetry, #connection, #contemplation, #flowers, #healing, #heart, #introspection, #life, #lovejasmine, #music, #nature, #pain, #poem

white blossoms

white blossoms fill the trees
they make me believe
in the stars that glisten from the leaves

it’s hard sometimes to find intrigue

among the violins playing in the rain
they sip the wind

while bursting with notes wide and thin

a series of flashes begets the sky
bringing me present
to all the gifts we’ve been given over time

while I wrestle with the love inside

knowing

you’ll always be here
even when I hide

you’ll call for me
as the wind subsides


Photo by Pezibear, Pixabay


#poetry, #believe, #cherry, #connection, #healing, #heart, #love, #music, #nature, #pain, #poem, #white-blossoms, #wind

still breathing you in…, Published at MasticadoresUSA

I am so pleased to announce that my poem, still breathing you in…, 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.

still breathing you in…

the last time I saw you, Coltrane was spinning,
and there was this feeling, a rose in your
hair,
cunning, and
fair

while music billowed out, raspy, deep sounds filtering
throughout,
and…

I would be honored if you would go here, and read the rest of my poem. Thank you!


Photo by RichardMc, Pixabay


#poetry, #connection, #heart, #life, #love, #masticadoresusa, #music, #poem, #publication, #romance, #souls

My Years

Photo by Clay Banks on Unsplash

Sitting,
I take in all of my
surroundings, intellectual
stimulating,
while the verse and song
pour forth
from every fiber of my being.

Anticipation
beckons me forward,
and I march to it’s tune,
displaying a solitary shield
and armor,

while the masses
jumbled up
with preoccupations,
tarry,
without ever giving
a single
glance, mention, or merry.

Nonetheless,
I realize,
it’s theirs to hold,
just as it is
mine
to behold,

the music
as it flows
from my heart
to their ears,
even when they
think they’ve missed
my years.

In response to the WDYS #84 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.

#poetry, #contemplation, #heart, #introspection, #life, #love, #music, #my-years, #poem, #poems, #wdys, #wisdom

Music

Photo by Josh Appel on Unsplash

The music fills me with such
love and beauty, it’s like free-falling
with all the best intentions, just now,
while the world shepherds a course
of direction, and I feel that deep connection.

I sit and let the music fill me, every nook and
cranny of my soul becomes engulfed in the
sound and feeling of all that’s there. Oh, such
devotion and care.

Care for ourselves is such an important
part of our journey. Sometimes we feel lost,
and unsure, even uncomfortable in our own skin,
even when we are with our kin. It’s not a demerit,
we all feel this way at times, so let your heart inherit.

The joy you feel within, as you take in the piano
paying a melody you swear was written for you, and
you grin.

The smile filling the room with joy and love,
it’s enough to absolve the remainder of the lost
souls, in which you do connect, as you see yourself
in their midst, and have lived through the tests, just
as they are now presently, giving their best.

Best is what we each carry, give out, and try
not to tarry. No, give all that you have, my friend,
and, when it’s time, let the music fill you and
begin the dance again.

#poetry, #beginagain, #contemplation, #emotions, #humanspirit, #introspection, #joy, #life, #love, #music, #nature, #poem, #poems, #resilience

Flush

Photo by Ronny Sison on Unsplash

I strum the guitar,
just as the dream begins, and close
my eyes, and look within.
The sound coming from this instrument
fills me with a knowing
that feels like the best of times akin.

Back and forth, and forth and back,
strumming,
all the while there’s more coming.
Hands slide up and down the neck,
fingers tired,
yet no one remembers,
because the music
Is simply glorious in all it’s radiance.

The vibration shakes my being,
core holding tight
to this very special delight.
Skin prickles, wakes up,
just as the goose bumps begin to flush.

#poetry, #contemplation, #flush, #guitar, #introspection, #life, #love, #music, #poem, #poems, #radiance, #senses, #vibration