Simple poetry,
My prayer, floating free,
Shall work harder,
And stand well enough,
In hopes,
To receive you,
Next time…
A huge thank you to my blogging loyals today, yesterday and tomorrow. Y’all truly make my day with your consistent support. I couldn’t write poetry without you. Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!
I appreciate your understanding, if you haven’t seen me around your blog. Life has been a bit out of sorts. Look for me soon. I love y’all!
Autumn Springs from Summer’s Flame,
Eternal Passage of Season’s Change,
Dance of Passion’s Lingering Game,
Viridian for Copper, Elemental Exchange.
Primordial instincts embrace epic hues,
Fantasy’s Utopia, view Wisps becoming Brides,
Delphian Fairwell Fairies mimic and muse,
Rousing Shadows and Lovers, crimsons collide.
Pageant of Nighttide, Shimmering Bright,
Secrets Whispered in Primeval Tones,
Gathering Luminous, Spectral Light,
Ethereal Queen Born from muttering crone.
Dauntless Coppice, pursuing nature’s virgin Sprite,
Baptized, Nocturnal King of Twilight’s Beasts,
Queen Dowager awaits Autumn’s marital rites,
Mystic humming, via Motley winds due East.
Dance upon the Darling Midnight,
Twirl amidst the Foliage Aflame,
King and Queen Bedecked in Mirth’s Light,
Escaping Summer’s Clasp, Ne’er to be the Same.
Brilliance sparkling over Celestial skies
Approval granted, Russet Harvest’s grace
Verdict trumpeted, Change of Seasons, shall advise
Regal first kiss, as accompanying Timbers embrace
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This is the sixth verse, inspired by Morgan’s fifth verse in a week long Autumn, Halloween, seasonal change, Mystical, light and dark collaboration with Morgan, from http://booknvolume.com/ .
I am thrilled to be writing along side Morgan, as her inspirations capture me daily. One day I find her writing of a fantasy world I can’t even begin to dream of, but would love to visit, and then in the next breath she’s left me a longing mess. I adore her poetry and her heart.
Our verses are off the cuff and inspired by each other, isn’t that lovely?! The image above chosen by Morgan, and I think it is perfect. Please continue to join us this week, as we thrive on working with one another to bring you Autumn Springs.
*Original Artwork by: Lilla Marton*
I’ve been lookin’ for you
Don’t blame me for lookin’ here
Flames flicker, attacking sensibilities
Dancing around me, yet settling fears
Like staring into your eyes, almost
I’ve been lookin’ for you
Don’t blame me for lookin’ here
Heat surrounding, starting in my chest
Found now below, urging me to let go
Like the touch of your hands, almost
I’ve been lookin’ for you
Don’t blame me for lookin’ here
Glowing ashes, proof of stability
Mesmerized desire, devoted endings
Like your heart admitting love, almost
I’ve been lookin’ for you
Don’t blame me for lookin’ here
Bashful pink
Refusing to fade
Painted lightly upon
In soft, delicate shades
By his loving artistic hands
Believing in, wholeheartedly,
Thriving beyond circumstance
Voltaic blue
Dawning
Mirror on salt water
Reflect
Allow your blaze
Glow
Breathe into me
Group chat with my three best friends, also known as my siblings, went well tonight. We even offered hilarious photos of one another. My meeting ran late, but when I returned home they were waiting patiently for me.
My siblings discussed Parenthood while they waited, a television program I used to watch a few years ago, but no longer do. Who has time? I will tell you that I don’t have any time, but they disagree by saying: My priority setting requires a revisit one of these days. Whatever.
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Foggy dawning
The air sufficates
Smells proving perverse
Expressions don’t radiate
Not in the same way
Ceasing reagency
Leaving me empty
With no veracious desire
For your troubled voice
Secure in your absence
Waves of buoyancy soothe
Pillow clouds form your name
Of little comfort now, Inamorato
Forced to let my feelings show
Tonight, I stumble and admit
What I’d give for your kiss
Hopeful, above a myriad of emotions,
My devotion towards chasing clouds,
Somehow brings me closer,
To understanding you.
While I wait, with a quiet mind,
Will you explain all the how’s and why’s
Of a universe, in my mind’s eye, gone wild?
Calm the irrational part of my brain,
Then show me that your love,
Isn’t just part of my denial.
And then she sighs to herself
Yes, it is just like that…
Guessing, however, she’s quite sure
The beat of her heart is heard
autumn swirls of,
crisp cool morning air,
allow my auburn curls,
a breezy dance,
leaving me captivated,
by the thought of your lead.
Moments beside you
Effortless conversation
Make me laugh again
*****
Afternoon delight
Contagious laughter begins
Just swimming, People
*****
I couldn’t decide which one I wanted to use, so I’m running a two for one special. 🙂 Happy Hump Day!
The melody in my head,
Plays to the essence of you.
Proving you’re my cherished notes,
A possible dream come true.
The invitation of a sparrow,
Sat near my window,
Chirps your classic tune.
Does she sense you, too?
Her wings far more radiant,
Born with an ability to fluently lift you,
Perhaps, leaving me fully aware,
My love, flying with her is inevitable.
The beauty of variegated boulders,
And fraile, yet thriving Aspen trees,
Have the ability to center me.
Remind,
Provide clarity,
And inspire,
An often times amoebic lady.
The sprinkling of wild flowers?
Proof that I’m not alone,
So, I allow them to cover me.
A photo received this evening
Via Assholes, it seems
Giggle worthy, I believe
Siblings, teasing me
Oldest Sister always clouding
Viewing and capturing daily
Poetic puffs of creativity
Eleven floors up, they see
A spectacular moon beaming
Redheaded Sister will envy
A moon over the Rockies
Pay no mind to the glaring
It’s sparkling somewhere brightly
None of us can accept or believe
Our father has Cancer, weeping
But humor’s alive and well, Roomies
Oldest Sister is finally, giggling
Hospitals can be so very boring
Tease Dad for flirting with Nurse “Nelly”
And let this Cloud Poetess be
*wink*
*****
Yes, we received the worst news this weekend. Dad has Lukhemia. We’re all shocked and terrified, but he finally agreed to attempt treatment. Praising God this evening. My three siblings are with him in Denver and I’m in Houston. What a bummer. I am staying positive. I have to, you know.
In true family style…we try to keep smiling. I love you Big Brother, Middle and Baby with all my heart. Love this Father of ours so very much, however, the next time I see you guys I’m gonna kick your asses. I cannot believe y’all sit around and make fun of my cloud pictures!! How rude! 😉 😉 😉 Man, do I love you!! *giggles*
(Yes, my first reaction was to reply by calling them Assholes, so I did. They pissed themselves laughing. ..I do not apologize. Haha!)
Oh, and a few more pictures they sent me this weekend. For your viewing pleasure:
They literally have laughed me to scorn! 🙂
This is complete cloud coverage, y’all. (See, I’m completely justified in calling them assholes, I think.) 😀
Each tear, feathered away,
asked not to stay.
Stained streaks of genuine pain,
across this confused face.
Knowing that I’ve cried over you,
another ugly mistake.
Missing you each and every day,
Not a lady does that make…
(I could watch these fingers play all night. Completely, seductive. Man, do I love ZZ Top’s Rough Boy, but this solo is truly something to enjoy. I wrote for hours thinking of these strings being played by talented fingers.)
*****
Hand on my neck
Tug of my hair
Fantasy whispers
It’s raining out there
Before heavy eyes conquer this lady
I humbly confess to remembering
Vivid pictures of our beginning
Slowly teetering on becoming
Time that never was or isn’t
Proving that we don’t exist
My mind, that of a dreamer
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 