If I could wrap
Sea breeze around you
Sweep feathered flowers
Upon your cheek
Offer your hand mine, to hold,
Albeit bashfully,
Then I would.
Maybe it would be
The start of
You,
Someone complete
Monthly Archives: March 2017
March Delivers
Shivers promoting
Springtime with an opinion
Nature amazes
***
Came home for lunch today and I’m freezing cold. It’s raining again.
I looked out my kitchen window and was inspired by the shadow my enormous tree had created on the concrete. Not sure my words reflect the object by any means, but I felt compelled to share.
Either way, I believe this picture will inspire another poem soon enough because I’m drawn to it. Maybe you are, too.
It’s a gloomy day, yet I’m perky, which doesn’t always pair with the rain. Maybe it’s time to dance…
Back to work.. ♡
Her Morning Melody
Letting Go
In Due Course
After driving fourteen hours
Yesterday; a cloudy crisp rainy span,
I listened intently,
Searched every lyric
Each deep note
Not one brought you
To my already wandering mind.
Where are the words
Which describe what I need,
Probably who I crave you to be?
I wrote 14 sonnets,
Between various musical genres,
Not one found itself upon paper
With both hands on the wheel.
I’ve immortalized
Who you’ll be when you meet me.
I fear for you,
A little,
My giggle followed by a wide smile
And it was still raining, cold
When I finally reached home,
Warm under my cool bedding
Hot hand upon my hip,
It was there that I found you,
Hurry.
Unintended
Within Me
Reality
There, if you listen surely
You will hear a siren’s song for mercy
The tone as mesmerizing as she is
It will cause you to question this reality
Her reality, and
The reality of those who do not hear her.
You’ll wonder
Who is the chosen one?
He who hears, understands the song and watches over her,
Or the others who are blessed with the ability to move along, oblivious?
Might it be them.
No battle sworn into, not fated through the sea, nor deprived of who she really is…
For eternity.
Existence
To create genuine happiness could be sealed in the simplest of moments
There would be nothing to their bliss, really:
He’d understand her crooked grin
And fight forever to see it again
Along with the dimples, and the sound which create them,
Causing the wink in his eye to stay
And it being the reason for her
Changed
Mentor
As The Wind Blows
Amends
Without A Doubt
How can you know?
I hear myself ask me
A whisper speaking without sound
How is it possible?
You mean to love the unknown?
Yes.
I don’t know, but I believe one can.
How?
Because I already do.
***
And in knowing so, today becomes my best birthday yet.
I love you.
Love yourself, love where you’re at today, who you are this moment, and be damn thrilled to know you can love unconditionally, with your whole heart even when tomorrow doesn’t yet make sense.
Smile today 🤓














