T’was not work
Creating you,
Inside my mind.
I felt you arrive,
Every. Single. Time.
Me, creative soul
Turned prima dona, maybe.
Mostly, a simple woman.
You laid upon my heart
With your words.
Not for me, you insisted,
But I took them as my own
Because without them
I was still ordinarily alone.
More than anything,
I didn’t want to be.
A shame,
For I am audacious,
Clearly seeing
Myself now
And I love me.
I own a purpose
Within this life
I feel deepest when
My sonant sings.
Winds have howled,
My thoughts often left
Rationalized. What
Will tomorrow bring…
West winds reappear,
Command again,
I’m humbly listening.
Refuse the darkness when
It offers. Watch time take
What belongs to my soul,
And place it faithfully
Upon my willing shoulders.
I’ll continue to carry
my essence,
And give flight to the
Zephyr inside of me.
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Thank you to those who supported my poetic effort. The A to Z Poetry Challenge brought me back to my poetry. Humbled. ♡
All dreams possible
They say, work harder
Offer no time delay.
We shall not walk, nor
Stroll the hallways,
But run,
Life is meaningless
Unless you
Profit.
Call bullshit, and crawl.
Cover the obvious mistakes
With their grace.
Stomp the ground below
And never forget to smile.
drag me through
verdant covered angles
with
leaves thriving, cascading.
allow blossoms to reach
my nose. Inhale the beauty
as life is exposed. Take
me back to where
happiness found me.
guide
my spiritual growth;
renew.
Watershed;
Houses feelings:
Ones lost, happy or
Simply in between.
Tears never drying
Nor meant to be,
Asked to remember,
Then cool those who suffer
With salted water,
An offering. Cover their eyes
And limit the witnessing.
Kindred, was.
I’ve witnessed, and felt
Which means exists,
Was it you and I
Or he with she, or
Maybe all those moments
Which are,
That will never be, yet
Continue
Living so deeply inside
My soul. Me and you,
Were, yet
Are: relevant,
Not past tense; was.
You and I: am.
Kindred, soulmates,
And you feel it, too.
Eastern traveling breeze
Flows with essence,
Picks up my aura, seductive
And passes out my window,
As my desire for you
Remains. Autumn
Teases with frosted sunshine
Allowing for a clear and
crisp prelude, Muse.
What once was,
Is now History,
And you belong
With me.
The side of you
That refuses
Taction, a bond, or
Ties to intimacy,
Thanks you.
The rest of you,
Trimbles awaiting
Tender completeness.
Though love suffered,
Time will heal,
Then
Take a minute,
Touch again, and
Trust love’s encore.
I’ve always known, a
Dauntless healer, my heart.
I hear a Beast howling,
My spirit desires to soothe
You, now be.
I become what is
Written, effortlessly.
So does he, and the
Cornered woman
Over there, as well.
Don’t suppress. Write truth
Willingly, and man
Will fall to their knees.
Expecting to see your soul,
Words active. Living.
Intoxicating intentions, yours.
nourish my soul
with breathing, quickened
grab at my skin
pinch, to believe in
gather red hair
each pull, strengthens
my belief in feeling,
this: Dawn Awakening
Where did you go
The deep hum, of your voice
Followed me in, but didn’t
Retreat along side of me
When I fled. My expectation
Wasn’t fair, I know.
The work is hard,
Battle even more so.
Are you still fighting,
Does the war continue,
Did strength
Defeat in there?
Soft hands still covering
Fragile heart. Fate leads
a Warrior. Love will win.
Strong.
Four letter words,
Show
Your
Love.
Just
Come
Over
Here,
Hand
With
Mine,
Kiss
Soft
Lips,
Stay
Don’t
Leav…
Hard.
Must
Make
This
Work.
What I am rather certain of
Is how the settled dust felt
Upon my ivory skin.
Protected,
As I stood outside
Alongside the county road,
Where you held my hand, and
With a whispered delay…
Spoke
“I won’t make you go.”
But if I hadn’t
You’d have spent your entire
Life, not knowing me.
To make love: emotional
Connects
Undoubtedly
Needed, sustained
Required of each
Opens contentment
Of careful importance.
To make love: physical
Drummer heart
Echo of desire
From deep within
Vibrations fantasize
Upon skin
Awkens the thunder
Begging for release
It’ll be one day
Tell me no
It’ll be one day
Never quite sure
It’ll be one day
Look past me again
It’ll be one day
Witness to love’s end
Foolish girl
Wasn’t meant for you
Foolish girl
You’re not a dream come true
Foolish girl
Your heart’s a mess
Foolish girl
You’ll never stand a chance
I want to draw you near
Pull you closer to me
I watched
His face, fall
Told me everything,
Yours will, too
Laughter is missing
Another rusting leaf falls
Sounds echo
And duty calls.
A season
Such as this
Requires tolerance
And will move on
She was
The sound
Of his exhale,
While she prayed
To be the breath
He desired.
What flows through me
An emotion so deep
My need to please
Not only you, but me.
Service
Does that seem possible?
Allow my soul the peace
It deserves. And the
Submission I
Thrive on.
Or am I forsaken
By variance?
This, my fawning,
Empowered in infancy
within the calm blue
happily ever after
lives inside me
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 