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
Tag Archives: Nature
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
Scarlet (Elfje)
Scarlet
Individual beauty
Crimson leaf naturally
Maturing among lush leaves
Marked
Togetherness
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!
Accentuate
Accentuate
Embellish
Highlight
A cerulean conversation
Exceptionally, wordless dawn
Sharing your maiden favorites
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.
Regrettably
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.
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.
Vintage Cream
Intimate wine stained blossom
Watercolored in his apothegm
Prized possession
A bleeding perse into vintage cream
Phenomenal waves of beauty
Style trumping plum perfection
Transfixed by her ruffled edge
Oblivious to how she sashays
The wind, her proprietor, notices
And stays amused with her all day
Myths
Overcoming doubt
Celestial clouds part ways
Uranus laughing
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.
Your Effort
Any color works
You’re beautiful to me
Trying is effort
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.
Pastel Distractions
Pastel painted dawn
Captivating my time
Take me with you
A welcomed distraction
Somewhere In Between
Divided by who she is and must be,
Complicated beauty, spinning.
Broken trust, yet willing to thrive,
Found from somewhere deep inside.
Torn between suffocating her color,
And accepting that which brings her life.
A painted essence you can see,
One she’ll deny continously.
You’ll want to rescue her, catch her,
Have the hand she leans towards first.
Know she’s twirling effortlessly,
Used to living sublimely,
Dedicated to using what’s hers,
Independence, her curse.
Feeding
Seeking her
Drawn in by color
Jewel toned
Luscious and ample flower
Opening for his need
She releases beautifully
Succumbing to his desire
He drinks what she’s offering
Power draining her reserve
Sitting admiring his handy work
She – easily persuaded
Exposed
Hand on my neck
Tug of my hair
Fantasy whispers
It’s raining out there
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 