still rain shapes silence
subtle forms shift in shadows
stark supposition
©Jeff Flesch
#1 Amazon bestselling poet – Nature Speaks of Love and Sorrow.
Co-Author, #1 Amazon Bestseller, Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Women
Jan/Feb 2022 Author of the Month, Spillwords Press
I find my way into your arms,
nip bits of cherry from cupped palms.
Red apple hearts, deliver charm,
entwined with a love that feels calm.
Fluorescent rains provide displays,
hydrating bodies crown to roots.
Endless arrays of sunny days,
of flowers blooming joyful fruits.
Euphoric bells, whispering chimes,
orchards of daydreams come alive.
Chills up my spine, journey through time,
travel past space so nature thrives.
Image by lumix2004 from Pixabay
Fruitful was inspired by the poem Apples Intoned. You can read more of Grace’s poetry at Grace of the Sun.
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
I sit in the quiet underneath the white oak
watch the rain rolling from my left
edging the sun towards my right
Isn’t that what grief does to us
chipping away the simple things we enjoy
I remain sitting under the tangled arms
unshaken, unmoved, undisturbed
Here is my sanctuary and centre of gravity
where we once hid from the world’s chaos
and found each other locked gaze in awe
Photo by GDJ / 12898, Pixabay
The Origin of Love was inspired by the poem Butterfly Love. You can read more of Cassa’s poetry at Flicker of Thoughts.
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
the day
the secret came,
the rain
was full of cane
sugary sweet,
just like
the imagery
you create
visual astounding,
as my heart
continues pounding,
looking after
the effects
of the love that came
calling, is resounding
to you, me,
and the timeless
freedom we grasp,
when with each other, we seem
full
of a wonder
beckoning us forward,
mirroring the beauty seen
in nature’s preponderance, a dance
in-between, just so…
as we
begin again,
and learn more,
the shore,
like a diamond,
reminding us, of
the connectedness
of the love at our core…
freedom
feels like
water pouring
through my fingers,
gently escaping
the limitations
of a love
from before,
as we transcend
what was,
in favor of
what is to become,
in the future, heretofore
nevermore, only
ever forevermore…
Photo by Steve Halama on Unsplash
Slowly, the rain falls,
we rejoice in the moment.
And then it is gone.
I await, the next moment
Feeling frenzied with delight.
Slowly, the rain falls,
we rejoice in the moment.
And then it is gone.
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Shadowlight Words 