Love and loss, the light within
the dark. A silhouette of humanity
are shadows among the stars.
©Jeff Flesch
#1 Amazon bestselling poet – Nature Speaks of Love and Sorrow.[goodreads +1]
Co-Author, #1 Amazon Bestseller, Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Women
Jan/Feb 2022 Author of the Month, Spillwords Press
Tangled weeds thread hope
and despair
through the nub of desire
a sensuous screenplay
evoking memories of you
softened by time
by the wind
and by the telepathy
between two souls destined to begin
again
one moment
mirrors the next
as time becomes irrelevant —
existing
are two
made of one
a shadow, and a prayer
calling down the hopes of another sun
Twitter #vss365 prompt words used: sensuous, screenplay, nub. Follow me on Twitter here, and Instagram here.
It was great to drop in on a few of your sites recently and read your amazing poetry and other creative works.
This past year, I’ve been super busy, both personally and professionally.
Personally, I’ve taken to traveling and am actually currently typing this blog post in London while my life partner reads upstairs in the hotel we are staying in. It’s been a wild year, full of love, light, and discomfort too, as I’ve been asked to grow more and to grow in new ways, yet all of it has been amazing.
Professionally, I and the newly expanded team are doing well. We are currently creating the next academic year’s work, which requires a lot of strategic thinking and planning.
Though I’ve not been writing much at all, I am planning to begin to write more each week and to also visit the blogosphere as my schedule allows.
I hope you have all been well.
I am sending you all of my love and blessings.
Jeff
Jeff Flesch
#1 Amazon best-selling Author of 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
I find you in memories
crowded in the mind, and in the mist
in between
the rain —
bittersweet
am I
and in awe of a promise to keep
to you, and to me
a prized possession —
love
blossoming
underneath the mountains hearth
our home
among the chaos
and the calm of the shadowed streets
Image by TheFourthLink, Pixabay
Twitter #vss365 prompt words used: crowd, bittersweet, prize. Follow me on Twitter here, and Instagram here.
Jeff Flesch
#1 Amazon Bestselling Author of 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
The trees have ruddy cheeks
after a season of heavy drinking,
but as rays and rains retreat,
a skeletal hand
beckons me to lie in shadow
below my favorite tulip tree,
amidst the signature pattern
of DNA forestry.
If I escape into unknown dark,
a place sunlight can never hold,
will knowledge be bestowed
from the underside
of limb and branch?
I duck and take a chance, besides
enlightenment never trickles.
It is always avalanche.
The bark, a sort of braille,
is a hidden language,
and by touching it we speak,
myself and ancient tulip tree,
sharing spells through silent system,
wrinkled body ‘gainst wrinkled hand.
Is that not real wisdom?
The Flush of Fall was inspired by the poem Limbs and Leaves. You can read more of K.’s poetry at Yard Sale of Thoughts.
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 am so pleased to announce that my poem, poplar seed, is now available at MasticadoresUSA. Thank you to Gabriela Marie Milton, and the team at MasticadoresUSA for their continued support, and for publishing this piece.
poplar seed
the apple orchard
lives along the shadows
of a love that lingers
sometimes in the gallows
of a destiny told to me
once upon a story made…
I would be honored if you would go here, and read the rest of my poem. Thank you!
Photo by habunman, Pixabay
desires encapsulate me like the moon,
as inside my being I swoon,
looking to the sky,
watching the
moon
go
by
as clouds filter through
the darkness,
the shadow of which
becomes the
hardest
to recognize
it is the mirrored
reflection I see, when
dancing with the trees
and
becoming
more than
one dreamed
until the last particle of
my being is seen…
and, love is blossomed in-between
the rivers full of life,
and me
a moonbeam…
Photo by stafichukanatoly, Pixabay
I am super excited to announce that my poem, with all their scars, is now available at Spillwords Press. I big thank you to Dagmara K., and the whole team at Spillwords for publishing this poem, and for their continued support.
with all their scars
they say, life
is a performance
of sorts, played out
on the background of
perceived solidity
young children,
learning quickly…
I would be honored if you would go here, and read the rest of my poem. Thank you!
Photo by Jonny Gios on Unsplash
I walked through the door once, and into a different land
entirely, sky full of blood, torn in two, it was
a wonder
to feel
the
loss at the center of the vacuum…
thoughts racing, with a heart rendering love, an afterglow
cast,
inside my
chest breathing
fast, and then,
in from the gloom
came you, sure-footed, with a love the size of the moon,
dispelling the shadows in heart and mind,
you did always remind me
of the aliveness
living inside of moments
won
as great clarity did come, and you and I settled in
for an
afternoon
under the sun…
Photo by Couleur, Pixabay
time slows down, just like a train
entering the service station, as
light refracts off a mix of glass diamonds…
cut differently all,
as colors bleed through them,
and out the other side,
pouring love into the universe, by design…
we watch
with rapt awe and attention,
as love is transmitted via the chrysalis,
through the atmospheric tension,
and into the hearts of every part of living creation…
Photo by Pixabay
I watch,
listen,
and learn more,
as the forest
comes alive, and
the
vibrancy
emanating off
the floor,
speaks to me
in a language
never heard before…
light
dancing
with darkness,
as shadows
glow, and speak
of transcendence
leaves fall,
while I sprawl,
and continue
to listen
to two hearts,
intertwined now,
just like two vines,
dancing forevermore
Photo by David Bruyndonckx on Unsplash
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