Melody of pebbles
Survivors of a rain bath
Glistening variety of colors
Stop me along my walking path
Pausing, I lean down to consider
They all look like you, and I want them
Tag Archives: Musings
Just Like That
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
Calm Twilight
Poetic thoughts shatter,
Like glass across a sky of azure.
You arrive on bits of final sunshine,
My mysterious muse.
You capture my presence tonight,
And I feel you inside my wistful soul,
As you voluntarily watch me,
Waiting in the calm twilight.
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The final line written by, my girl, Morgan. It is no secret that I adore her poetry, so last week when she wrote the line “waiting in the calm twilight” I mentioned being envious, and then there was some banter and a challenge. I’m following through with using her perfect line in my poem tonight, but mine will pale in comparison once you’ve read her Friday Fantasy poem from last week. You’ll see… ♡ Thanks for letting me borrow your words, Morgan.
Whisper Into My Ear
My
Darling,
A magical
Offering of
Attentiveness
My delectation
Even for a fantasy
September’s ending
Or is it just beginning
Wrapped here with you
Trusting in your feathers
Chest against soft breasts
Leaning for conversation
Whispering into my ears
About peace and worry
Relating, so perfectly
Our reactions blush
Soft fleshy quiver
Your smile sighs
Lips closer still
Landing upon
Fairest skin
Delicately
Kissing
A red
Ear
Incessant Desire
I don’t need a happy ending
A knight in shining armor
Isn’t what I seek
I live in daily humor
I don’t need you to rescue me
What I crave incessantly
I mean, what I’m asking,
Quite honestly,
Is for you to force me to feel
Submit to my sensitivity
With vigor found inside you
Write until your heart bleeds
Then, fall into me
Confusion
mesmerized by the continuation,
the sound of hasty waves hypnotic.
wearing my favorite blue jeans,
needy hands stuffed into pockets,
I stand at the epilogue,
confused.
frizzy auburn ringlets,
beat at my face,
questioning,
don’t you feel?
water’s cusp lapping at my toes,
trying to sooth my desires,
unsettled by what never was.
yet, I selfishly beg for you daily.
Scarlet (Elfje)
Scarlet
Individual beauty
Crimson leaf naturally
Maturing among lush leaves
Marked
Longing Melody
Do you suppose…
If I wait long enough
Missing you will change
The melody of my heartbeat
Back to the noise, I understand
Autumn Swirls
autumn swirls of,
crisp cool morning air,
allow my auburn curls,
a breezy dance,
leaving me captivated,
by the thought of your lead.
Accentuate
Accentuate
Embellish
Highlight
A cerulean conversation
Exceptionally, wordless dawn
Sharing your maiden favorites
Dusk, My Love
Dusk, My Love,
This moment always comes,
Now evident, you will incessantly fall,
like liquid sunshine from a weeping leaf.
Dripping
Once
Twice
Continuously
With a somber face, I witness the ease,
Of you slipping out of my embrace,
And devotedly rising into hers,
Most eminently.
Magical Morning
Simple magic of your words
Allows me to genuinely escape
You holding and molding me
Into your girl, always
Her Path Of Scars (Haibun)
Across her vulnerable path there are old scars. Disfigurements, some bigger than others, yet similar in color. A few are the remains of the same tragedy, now multiplying and adding to those festering lies she whispers to herself daily. Tracks you’ll find as you begin to travel over her essence. The lies she encourages herself to believe guide her day. These defining untruths continue to slide through her thoughts in an effort to ruin her spirit, until you find a way inside her mind.
Life begins to grow, as you navigate within her arduous attempts at disbelief. A primal power you possess as her guide in this fight. Verdant leaves found full of color and sprinkled throughout her path react to your light, then grow and allow for clarity and healing to finally begin. The solution she never saw as her possibility now renews her strength. This an event you can take pride in, as it is you who has fed her daily. She, now your light, is devoted. Finally, once again, she believes in truth, love and authenticity.
The scars are still there, as you run yourself across her core, however they don’t define her anymore. Each tragic event has been honored. She trusts your hands, loves you, and with all that she is, needs you to be yourself completely. Importantly, she is a body of scars, but they have healed with the help of your interest and devotion. Your love, that lives inside of her now, is a blessing.
Beauty of nature
Submission Empowerment
Rooted in belief
Lucky Night
Settled in, feeling charmed tonight
Tonight leaves me not knowing
Knowing between wrong and right
Right here is where I want to be
Be my night and my good morning
Myths
Overcoming doubt
Celestial clouds part ways
Uranus laughing
Undesirable Request
Silence is the result of what you’ve requested
Requested and desired are two different directions
Directions are explicit commands I submit to freely
Freely is how I materialize for you in your dreams
Dreams are the light during my darkest time
Time is all I’ve ever asked for, bashfully
Bashfully is the only way I know how
How is the question that will continue a circle
Circle is the shape for the ring of promise
Promise is the agreement of pinky fingers
Fingers grasp tightly, an act of true love
Love rarely survives the quiescient sound of being dismissed
Dismissed hearts will never answer to silence
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I enjoyed trying this style originally found on Benjamin’s blog: The Breakdown of Taboo – Leftovers. Thank you, Benjamin, for the permission to give this poetic form a try.
Your Omnipotent Reward
All I truly need,
Peeking through,
Is you, always you,
Nothing promising,
yet my omnipotent reward.
Windswept
Designed with a delicate wind in mind,
He simply fans above her slight champaign,
To witness a view of her compass weaving.
Stronger than anticipated, she sways,
Fawning into undeniable forces,
Feeling luxuriously windswept.
So It Seems
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.
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 