Word count, syllables, symbolism
perhaps something related to sea.
Line breaks feeling as though one
talking a walk along the sidelines.

Breathe its not just about similes,
pour your heart into your sonnet.
Every inch of me yearned for love
that bursts unto sky as fireworks!

This I give to you, a poem written
from the depths of my chaste soul.
Yet drops of rain and burning ash
speak of desires that were untold.

 

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Posted for Literary Excursions @ Real Toads

Hush that has long faded from this world
one that allows our bosom to breathe free,
let us bequeath woe to oh wandering stars.
I felt my weary soul kiss blossoming grass,
as eyelids closed and lay restless limbs.

I watch as breath mingled with thought as
though dew that sleeps on petals, dirt that
lines the earth and skies ablaze as fire that
runs though my veins, there’s deeper truth
that burns in dark and dreamy gaze.

Unleash the burden carried willingly until
its time to let go.

 

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I chose to write on “Savasana.”

Posted on Midweek Motif @ Poets United

I made the world
           to be a long and winding road
though journey
          I knew need not be everlasting,
life is strange that way
        oh what you give is what you get
it’s the kind of experience you never
               forget

I came across fate
        knowing it to be a one way street
decisions, decisions
       heart doesn’t coincide with brain
if one way fares better than the other
        perhaps it might be nature’s way
I gaze longingly upon twilight grey

I sometimes wonder
   is it better to be alone cause nobody
can hurt us that way
     one way love, one way relationship
need I anything more to say
       I know soon they opt to disappear
              where

It’s then I discover
             one way or another life goes on
remember the secret
   of happiness is to stop worrying over
what’s beyond our will
  I gaze outside the window and rejoice
as an infinite spectrum
    of possibilities beckon along the way

 

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Posted for Poetics @ dVerse Pub

She’s got the pace
         he’s got the rhythm
a gentle song
         a blur of light
and stage embroidered with
         thousand dreams

He is cayenne pepper
          she is dirty rice
oh always one to skip advice
         through sweltering summer
winter rain
        passion sweeps world again

 

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Posted on Quadrille #35 @ dVerse Pub

also on Tuesday Platform @ Real Toads

My heart is technicolor
inhaling colors of the cave
cobalt, rose and gold
I whisper walking around the fold
until one shade gazed into my soul
gifting me growth and starry calm
poised around my nape
now shine dark emeralds

 

 

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Kerry invites us to consider the poem ‘The Jewel’ by James Wright.

Posted on ‘Sunday Mini-Challenge’ @ Real Toads

and posted on the Poetry Pantry @ Poets United

Like wisps of clouds are hours of sleep
ephemeral, and yet saccharine sweet.
As darkness piled on I began to sway,
with mind in motion as battle of waves.

And though the heart lapped with ease
I pondered on every rhythm and beat,
observed as moments grew austere
while gust outside roared loud and clear.

I reach out and chase hoping to achieve
if not enough then few hours of sleep,
As dawn swiveled on I began to sway
with mind in motion as battle of waves.

 

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Posted on ‘Sanaa’s Challenge’ @ Real Toads

& Posted on Open Link Night @ dVerse Pub

I drew open velvet drapes to welcome the day
breathing in, amber sun and hurrying wind
between desolate woods and glimmering lake
I count murmurs which my heart had made

I follow soft voices that sound on empty street
find not strange afternoon’s sweltering heat
amid hours of weary grins and elbow grease
I ruminate what would make my life complete

I bid myself take a minute and observe the sea
there is pleasure in sound of crashing waves
there is pleasure in the value of ordinary life
I smile at knowledge that makes its way within

because experience 
                               itself was extraordinary.

 

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Posted for Midweek Motif @ Poets United

and on Monday Writes @ My Blog – Verses

I am made of dandelion, fire and sunshine
buoyant enough to gift you a smile
I am made of conviction and quiet dreams
strong enough to taper misgivings

I am made of gentle rain and sanguine verse
novel enough to ignite your muse
I take pride in mending broken hearts and souls
search deep into my eyes you ‘ll find it be not false

I am made of prayer, promise and hope
willful enough to sweep dolor and grief
I take pride in spreading warmth and wiping tears
until dusky red dawn/until the moon appears

 

Posted on ‘Sunday Mini-Challenge’ @ Real Toads

and posting on the Poetry Pantry @ Poets United

Time drips in sensual decay as
I ponder beneath cerulean sky,
breathing in scent of grenadine
and mint. I bid myself focus on
what lay ahead, but oh taste of
guacamole grilled cheese spoke
otherwise.

Asudden, wind blew, as though
offering a kiss. I remind myself
to cherish salad days that there
is (plenty) of time to amend my
ways.

 

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Come join us and pick a Tarot card, mine was ‘The Devil.’

Words Count with Mama Zen @ Real Toads

You were promise, you were prophecy
oh eyes so just they pierced my winter.
You led your way into my aching heart
oh words, as warm as endless summer. 

Through days of sorrow, days of mirth
You were sun and storm curved in one.

 

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Posted for ‘Quadrille 34’ @ dVerse Pub

and on Tuesday Platform @ Real Toads