as the breeze comes through the window,
I hang hopes on clouds, running fast,
and furious, quite profound
are they
beautiful, translucent, and full of
magical movement, transcending this
moment…
light and dark, in a dance of mysterious
tapestry, woven gently, and carefully,
by the unseen, preen
shielding you and me, from the glean,
as the shadows begin to dance with
the trees
the flowers perk up, and provide a love
seen
lasting centuries…
Photo by fietzfotos, Pixabay
heart opening up to new realities,
I see much more today than any other day,
when dismay was more present, the gifts all around,
did sway
in the breeze gently, head down, furious pace,
lost, and wondering where to turn about…
looking up, the sky always tried to offer solace,
and a way to stay
keeping the pain at bay,
and as
clarity dawned, after much work on heart,
and many tears did
pour forth
cleaning and cleansing all the broken parts,
offering a healing in the light, when at its darkest
was the night
a shining, there was, and meet it, I did, where
time stops, and we’re present to all we’ve done,
and give thanks to
a heart filled with love, that always was…
Photo by geralt, Pixabay
the key fits the lock just right, as it did
on that fateful night, when we first met,
feeling free
were we
to explore, understanding our hearts’ galore,
combined
that first step, in a multifaceted romance,
with
deep feelings lasting centuries, unbound, limitless,
and grounded in a love,
bleeding
found under a field of compassion, where flowers
grow tall, and their hearts sprout everything,
no doubt
nay
resoluteness, replaced all doubt, and what did sprout,
was tender as a supple branch, blowing
in the afternoon breeze
and, as I reach for my keys one last time, I reminisce on all
the love we felt within, and know
time will move on
yet what will remain is the key just the same,
the one we used to unlock years
of passionate embrace
and a love that was sweet, like sugar cane…
In response to the WDYS#108 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.
Image credit; Photomix company @ Pixabay
As you may know, the the winners of the Woman: Splendor and Sorrow: | Love Poems and Poetic Prose Poetry Contest were announced earlier this week. I would like to congratulate the winners, Virginia Mateias, Ingrid Wilson, Eric Daniel Clarke, D. Wallace Peach, and Timothy Price. If you’ve not had the opportunity to read their poems, I invite you to read them at, The Winners of The Poetry Contest Woman: Splendor and Sorrow: | Love Poems and Poetic Prose. The poems are lovely.
I am humbled to have been named as an honorable mention in the contest, alongside Joni Caggiano, Cindy Georgakas, Karima Hoisan, and Carrie Yang. I admire all of these talented poets, and am, again, honored to be named among them. A BIG thank you to Gabriela Marie Milton for creating and hosting this lovely contest.
Here is the beginning of the poem I entered into the contest.
and… love… is seen.
and…
love….
is not the end
this story may commence
like petals on a flowers recompense
and…
as love breaks the moon in two
I’m reminded of you
tranquility among stormy seas
the key
you…
me….
I would be honored if you would visit Gabriela’s site, Short Prose, and read the rest of my poem, and the poems of the other honorable mentions. Thank you!
heart broken into a million pieces,
agony inside, the time in-between
now and then, set aside
for a moment, like an eternity, dreaming
of other scenes, can’t possibly be reality, pulling
me down into this demise…
watching your hand leave mine, fingers outstretched
into another time, breaking solidity,
besides
the filament continues to flicker, wavering
in the night sky, pulling me towards belief, I
sigh…
remembering your face, holding you in arms, wide,
trying to make another sky
and portal to an alternative world, where the two
remain together, not ever bidding each other
adieu…
instead, remain together they do,
by simply saying
I love you…
Photo by Noel_Bauza, Pixabay
tiredness is present, like a gift from the heavens,
head in the clouds, I dream of the absence
found
in-between the margins of peace, tranquility, and
the pain bound
together
like dreams come to me, instead of sleep,
filling the space with images profound…
listening to my heart first, becomes
the knowledge bestowed, controlled, not,
instead,
the loud drum,
and thrum,
vibrations
come
towards the vistas trees, in need of sanity, destabilizing
the wishes seen, and, providing us all with a
love gleaned…
Photo by MarPockStudios, Pixabay
I’m covered in a blanket of darkness
as the wind caresses my skin,
and opens me up again
wide, as the sky is deep, I pause
and breathe all of life in…
closing my eyes, I try to remember
why
and where we last met, as love arises
within
towards
the thinness, atmospheric tension, begins…
a tranquility, and calmness beneath the sea, stirs,
and a tremble in the earth shakes
the reverie combined,
mirth
set aside for the dawn,
as love blossoms over the sun…
Portions of this poem may have been inspired by love warmly from aroused, by calmkate. If you’ve not read Kate’s poem, check it out when you have a moment, it is lovely.
Photo by MilanLA, Pixabay
as fingers caress the tree,
there is glory seen, as the feelings beneath,
keep coming for me
one, after another, they try, me,
to
set free…
and I resist, more common
persist
running against the grain, terror scratched skin,
gritting teeth, pain from within
arises again, and
again…as
the
wind breathes…and, I
relax back into the flowerbed, smelling the roses
red
I take ease, notice the bees, relate my love for them,
not
too late
to grow roots straight into the earth, becoming
one with the soil, and the beauty enveloping me,
I roil, as
pain subsides, and I continue to surmise
my love of this beautiful planet, felt beneath,
within, and underneath my skin…
Photo by qkcreativity92, Pixabay
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
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
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