Golden feathers sway quietly,
Entranced by Autumn’s breeze.
Every poetic thought, all for nothing,
If the essence of your embrace leaves me.
Tag Archives: My Muse
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.
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
When I Need You
When I need to feel you,
My direction deviates.
Water slowly draws me in,
Almost hypnotic.
I succumb to the sounds,
Life soothingly plays.
Allowing the air to wisp on by,
Calmness and I wait.
Knowing you’re finally here,
Light mist covers my face.
Daydreamer
Wait, close your musing eyes,
Now relax, when you’re ready,
Breathe in deep, daydreamer,
Then, ever so slowly,
Exhale what’s left, of me.
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
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.
Blue Desire
Returning to what soothes me,
Knowing I’ve been there before.
Feeling the salty air on my neck,
Proves a longing I can’t ignore.
Sea captain living with the horizon,
Maybe it’s time you come ashore.
Crimson Vision
Passion’s window opens
To dusk off the water
And you on my lips
Finding sleepy hazel eyes
And fairytales disguised
As moments of mortal bliss
Opportunity, finally recognizing
A crimson vision, in bright lustful color
Grasping at an evening unlike any other
Homecoming
Consumed by a warm breeze
You return to me almost gallantly
Succumbing to that familiar murmur
I’m here
Be still
Relax
Lustrous Muse
Watching your glow
You’ll emerge, dramatically
Until then, I’ll lay here musing
Wondering the clouds for proof
Exposed
Hand on my neck
Tug of my hair
Fantasy whispers
It’s raining out there
Life’s Possibilities
We will wake
Finding beauty
In our yesterday
Witness perfection
Through living today
Smile, and begin again
Dreaming of tomorrow’s
Possibilities, waiting in us
Address Unknown
Exhaling into a calm afternoon
Daydreaming of a fantasy adventure
A place where we can be together
Address unknown, and preferred
My Fear
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
Multiple Beauties
All, brilliant in lavender color
Some, copiously displayed
Many, gravitate to power
Plenty, will shyly escape
Loads, unfolding for view
Few, pause with elegance
Most, leave me envious
None, worthy of you
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 