Presenting himself
Waiting, quietly beside her
She smiles
Wonders, for how long
He nods
Both found, idyllic
Still
Tag Archives: Nature
Spring
Verdurous land
An abyss covered calling
Beseeching of duty
Simply whisper your demands
And ye shall inhale pure servility
Wake Me, Winter
Focused on beauty
We must be, I believe
Caught in its trance
And frozen stature.
Naked to the eye
Of the beholder
Full of desire.
To allow fingertips
A pinch
Joining, pressed
As one
Flesh
And frosted branch.
To then
Release
Cold water
Epitomizes you.
Slowly seeping
Down
Waking life
Shivering inside me.
Her Aura
Hot
Pink Petals
Soft as velvet
Worth your viewing
Essence, captivating
Don’t kid yourself, Darling
Walk away, drowning in her aura
Rules
I’ve taught myself,
My eyes see each line.
Every intertwining part,
And how I wish they wouldn’t.
Definition in absolutes,
Best seen in piceous,
On a backdrop of gray.
When I look too far,
Spherical shapes calm me,
Hanging, swaying with ease.
Moments when I wish,
I approved of curves.
Yet, if I allowed,
You would insist.
Breath Of A Poetess
The calmness I inhibit,
Not created by waves,
Of a tattered windsock.
Sounds of the flapping,
And the eventual snap,
Correcting all my doubts.
But the gentle wearing,
Of a used open flag,
As it slides about.
Caressing and whispering,
Mirth,
A moment of unnerving.
While I submit,
Into wonderment,
Of love and longevity.
The fraying, I cling to,
Wondering,
Am I enough.
Poetic Cloud
Lazy smile
Winged heart
Endless breathing
Cloud art
Impossible eyes
Cotton puff
A mind intriguing
Pillow crush
Whatever I need
I daydream
Artistically allowed
A Look Inside
Securely sheathed within herself
She submits to you, a look inside
Her tender, emotional health
You see the colors of her mind
Travel slowly and enjoy the view
Accept her offer, slip even closer
Fragrant scent and tangerine hues
Whispered from our divine composer
Amongst moulding of verdant leaves
A bashful creation, you’ve witnessed
Folded, is best, she may believe
Yet, she unburdened, is your intention
Feel, Wait and Listen
Even inside melancholy winds
I feel the pace, of your spirit
Deciding
Not to allow this moment, to frighten
I wait for clarity and a clearing
Humbly
I listen, knowing above all else
The battled shore I stand upon
You can overcome
Submersed
From my toes
Up and past my hips
Through my core
Across my chest.
Among my lips
With a hint
Inside my mouth
Nourished.
Then slowly over
My red hair
You cover me
I promise.
I’m completely
Submerged
In thoughts of you.
Proven by,
This tremble
On my fingertips
As water
Consumes.
Lead…
Can’t you,
please?
I ask, however,
Begging, it seems.
Capture, my essence,
And tell them,
For me.
Express my need,
Rooted inside,
Verdant grounding.
You must show,
How going without,
suffocates.
Robs me,
Of who I am.
My Muse,
Only you know.
This trail of wildflowers,
Varied, yet pristine,
And full of desire,
Leads…
I’m left here,
muted.
Oriel Of Promise
Guilty of desiring
His oriel of promises
My admission.
I return, daily
Simply
To be near
His spirit.
Fearful
Of denial
My never ending
Confession.
Comfort in a window
Proves
My broken spirit.
Protected: She Waits – Excerpt Two
Winds Change
waiting as the crow
wind will surely change
harmony will reappear soon
flying together, seems fair
The Rest Of My Life
Move quietly,
Listen,
Within my whisper.
Tell me, why,
Have you,
Since our first hello,
Felt like,
The rest of my life?
She Promises More
Do you see her
Tell me
She’s light pink
Isn’t she
Probably
Incredibly soft
With a velvet touch
She blushes for you
Bashfully
In truth
Look, see right there
Run your finger
Across her
Gently, of course
She’s yours
Later,
She promises
More
Every Day – Haibun
You hold my hand differently
Force these words away
Common sense tells me, ignore
Yet, I remember, every day
*****
“You shouldn’t share every word you write, caused by every feeling you have…”
“…but, if I wait until I can share perfection, even a valid effort, then I’d never share again.”
“How can you be okay with showing mediocrity?…”
“…It hadn’t occurred to me.”
“Surely, you notice where you fail.”
“I try not to think about it.”
“Honestly, none of this makes any sense, Audrey.”
“Thank you, for confirming.”
*****
Trust isn’t easy
Now do you understand why
I want to believe
~~
The photos shared with this Haibun are of the Devil’s Backbone Open Space, located just outside the northern end of the Rocky Mountain foothills, as you drive into Fort Collins, Colorado. You can read more about it here. Consequently, I did witness the largest rattlesnake I’ve ever seen while near this trail.
Keep in mind, I’m no photographer, I just wanted you to see more of this area of the world, and the topography it owns. Expressing myself here feels different, maybe I’m more in tune with who I am when I’m in Colorado. ♡
Happy Friday, Y’all.
A Feeling
Not fluently expressed
~Letters, in simple words
No salient touch
~Treasured, and known
No lyrical sounds
~Remembered well, and replayed
No lucid smells
~Swaying, as they pass me once again
No previous history
~Our reasons, alive in explanation
No blatant photoplay
~But a feeling, we’re surely, beginning
Tolerance
Even wistful tears know where to fall,
Upon fingers used, descriptive,
Wishing to lay upon accomplished hands.
Within dreams,
Requiring escape,
Leagues allowed,
And held,
By love.
