from the tips of my fingers
to the tops of my toes
a flower sits
in repose
calling to me
dejected and forlorn
I compose
myself
and listen to the words whispered
forth
speaking to me of daffodil dreams
and peeks sanguine
in the distance
they seem
like a memory
of another time
when the love you brought to me
was something altogether different
than this fractured reverie
Photo by ArtTower, Pixabay
wrath is misplaced, as are watching metaphors
dissipate
into smoke and mirrors, telegraphing you from
afar, trees become
me
as I stare into oblivion, violence becoming, nay,
letโs stray, and instead
shelter
peace and love, along the hills we keep running
tips touching, lingering effects take shape, and
into our hearts
stars, and
galaxies
we place, with zeal and frenzy, calling you home,
nested in a heart-shaped
abode
named after you and me, loveโs alcove
Photo by Prettysleepy, Pixabay
I am so pleased to announce that my poem, still breathing you inโฆ, 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 inโฆ
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,
andโฆ
I would be honored if you would go here, and read the rest of my poem. Thank you!
Photo by RichardMc, Pixabay
There was a time when sandalwood dawned the day, I remember the blood and sweat, and all the fallen decay.
The night was darker than anyoneโs remembrance of our plight. It was as if the sea had crested over the town, leaving in its wake, no sound.
A tinkling in the air was all that was left.
A regard for fairyโs, we used to jest.
In between the tall trees, and the grassy leaves, we spent the summer in midnightโs dream; and, just when I thought darkness might envelop the entire world, a kiss from you sent me toward the light, unfurled.
Emerging from beyond the dream, did we; as stars rained down, and we caught love, watching it bourgeon like the sun.
Do you remember, hon?
It was our first starry night, two lovers underneath a canopy of brilliance, their life barely begun.
Photo by Prettysleepy, Pixabay
I am excited to share my poem, I gently wish upon a star, which is now available at MasticadoresIndia. Though this is my last poem of the year with MasticadoresIndia, I am very excited about being a regular monthly contributor next year. Thank you again to Terveen Gill, and the entire team at MasticadoresIndia for publishing this piece, and for their continued support.
I gently wish upon a star
heartaches, reminding me of earthquakes,
experienced in between the lines,
moving past mistakes
of a life, this life, lived in moments unsure,
and in others, grown taller
than the applewood trees flowersโฆ
I would be honored if you would go here and read the rest of my poem. Thank you!
Photo by 13452116, Pixabay
I picked up
a sunflower once, and
twirled it betwixt my fingers,
in-between blades of grass
it did linger
taller than eyes can dance,
like romance,
sometimes askew, and sometimes
askance
delivering love
in the subtlest forms, like
tasting sunlight on your lips,
burnt amber and orange crisp,
a dewdrop in the morning mistโฆ
I hope this holiday season continues to be a lovely one for each of you. May you, your friends, and your families experience peace, joy, love, and many blessings. I appreciate each of you and thank you from the bottom of my heart for always being here, and for supporting me. Sending you all my love.
Photo by Dioptrius, Pixabay
fingers outstretched through space, and time, deft clutch,
feeling so much, you were here,
now gone, yet the senses
still
tickle
with your touch
burning
with desire, loving from within, learning more about
the nature of reality
seen in your
skin
beauty holds me hard, while love blossoms like an
apple treeโฆheart, absorbing the
shards
and
giving me more moments, than the sun provides
in all of its bestowments
of
glory
a
story
of healing with the warmth kindled from years of patience,
now living, loving, and basking
in
the presence
of your radianceโฆ
Photo by wreco, Pixabay
you whispered to me once, it came through
the trees, unseen, a beautiful thing
discovered
amidst
the
flowers, and turbulent troubles, left for the moment,
like leaves falling from the sky,
you remind me
of the
why
in existencesโ cryโฆ.calling to you and me, a
new whisper seen, and felt
in-between
the
pages of our story, lived, loved, and magically
created, like two dancers, entwined
in a kiss so
soft
subtleness
takes on a new form, as realization dawns, and two
hearts are, together, as one,
drawnโฆ
Photo by miroslavkaclik, 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 heartsโ 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 caneโฆ
In response to the WDYS#108 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.
Image credit; Photomix companyย @ Pixabay
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 goodbyeโฆ.
In response to the WDYS#106 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.
Image credit; Gennaro Leonardi @ Pixabay
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