Oh, that words could drift along a gentle breeze
lest these emotions I learn to forget, breathe
their terse life out again.

My heart, it beats on the sound of your voice
as though strolling through a familiar lane,
while around us swirl these drops of rain.

You’re part light, part shadow lingering
among the aspen trees, is it possible
what you state could be more than
just a dream–

My heart, it bleeds upon the slightest touch
as though failing to remember most basic want
while around us fade these drops of rain.

You’re part memory, part forgetfulness
as though clouds obscuring a wakeful sun,
is it possible what you state could be
more than just a dream–

Oh, that words could drift along a gentle breeze
lest these emotions I learn to forget, breathe
their terse life out again.

 

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Shay invites us to write a poem from the point of view of a person,
who sees reality through a distorted lens. I wrote about Dementia.

Posted for “Fireblossom Fridays” @ Real Toads

and Posted on ‘Open Link Night’ @ dVerse Pub

They say everyone owns a chapter
an incessant need, unreasonable want
one that they’re afraid to let out.

Here I was, chasing butterflies
and looking to revisit a forgotten past,
hoping to recover what was lost behind.

It’s beautiful isn’t it?
How every pore of our being hurts
and yet we refuse to give up.

There is power in hope and song,
in heeding to instinct that begs
to tag along, and flowers of bright
and feisty bloom.

I thought, smiling beneath the harvest moon.

 

Photo credits: Pinterest

Posted for ‘Sunday Mini-Challenge’ @ Real Toads

and Posted on the Poetry Pantry @ Poets United

And seldom does one see your kind,
as though budding shrubs, late autumn
I observe, enthralled by their hue,
reflection.

Is this same me, is it undoubtedly you
I thought as memories hung from
every branch and limb, as twilight
woke to prayers and hymn.

It all comes down to the last person
we think of before we sleep, for
that’s where our heart resides
unmistakably-

 

Photo credits: Pinterest

Posted for Sanaa’s Challenge @ Real Toads

Your words trace deep into flesh and soul
as I listen to the rhythm of cloud and rain,
to you I return love, time and again

Oh, erase this mind for hours it chose
around winter grey, not long ago
come chastise, as one would late
blooming rose.

Your words cut deep into mind and stole
taught me how to withstand these woes
to smile however glum and low.

And long after day has come to a close
till hours of sweet, descending moon
to you I return love, time and again

 

Photo credits: XiNature.com

Magaly invites us to write a poem dedicated to a novel or a poetry collection
that we love. I have long been in love with Jane Austen’s ‘Pride and Prejudice.’

Posted for ‘Sunday Mini-Challenge’ @ Real Toads

and posted for the Poetry Pantry @ Poets United

It was indeed serendipity
that I should happen to run into you,
as though melting waves on shore.

Moments fleet, except for feeling
of rapture, as autumn continues
to dance in the breeze.

And I’d choose you in a hundred
lifetimes, not because it’s convenient
but because I’d rather blaze as fire
than be scattered as dust.

 

Photo credits: Pinterest

“Words Count with Mama Zen” @ Real Toads

& Posted on ‘Open Link Night’ @ dVerse Pub

Posted on Monday Writes @ My Blog -Verses

Late June, given the faint glimpse of sun
cabbages, deep green along the edge
and a sigh for a many labored breath.

Some days I wish I could go back in time,
not to change anything, but to feel
the same things twice.

Sweet with a tinge of spice, cherry tomatoes
and rising steadily oh favoring wind,
I remember because it was when my heart
had finally beat its wings.

 

Photo credits: IFOODBLOGGER

Posted for ‘Tuesday Platform’ @ Real Toads

Posted for ‘Midweek Motif’ @ Poets United

Mid smothered sighs, beckon to wind
smiles play around corner of your lips.
Guilty pleasure, smoked strawberries
beguile me to carry your world on hips.

I know your design, greed and lust
monsters that madly sweep the sky.
You forget they can not please this eye.

Though ardor, raging, gushed as sea
Love, advise me not on how to speak-
Guilty pleasure, gourmet blue cheese
observe as you try to soothe and tease.

I know your design, greed and lust
monsters that madly sweep the sky.
You forget they can not please this eye.

 

Photo credits: Pinterest

Posted for Fireblossom Fridays @ Real Toads

Posted on the Poetry Pantry @ Poets United

With memories of our beginning
                     kissed by the sun,
   I made my way towards
               a single rose in the pond.

What sweet conjecture
                      that fades and glows, 
 seems to align those
                who can bear its thorns,
 and soon the skies were filled
                                        with heron.

I watch as weeping willows
                        embrace the ground,
  now as its the utmost
                             ebb of the night.
  I smile and heave
                            most gentle sigh,
  upon gossamer clouds
                        with a searching eye.

Was it impulse or wisdom
                             stringing us along,
I thought as I observed
                  a single rose in the pond.

 

Photo credits: Tanya Marcuse

Posted for ‘Tuesday Platform’ @ Real Toads

and on Monday Writes @ My Blog – Verses

The era of love is an endless lake
a parable, a song, an inviolable shade
and every time you come to pass
all over again

You’re ardor, lofty days of youth
a Poet’s need and word of truth
I watch as sorrow washed away with rain

Oh that love should abide by a foolish tongue
my heart to a wild remembrance has clung
for every time you come to pass
all over again

 

Photo credits: Pixabay

“Each time you happen to me all over again.” – The Age of Innocence
by Edith Wharton

Posted for Rommy’s Challenge @ Real Toads 

& Posted on ‘Open Link Night’ @ dVerse Pub

I pluck them between the hour of twilight
breathing in their fragrance sweet
having only to break into the halting buds
to feel summer stretch along cloudless skies

To fleeting time and wanton sighs
scattered upon flushed and nodding grass
this heart’s no longer a stranger
to the visage upon a sea of glass

How can I silence the soul in me
so as to tremble not before a whistling river
torn between echo of conscience and time’s
most devastating smile, I glide

I thread my way through the faithful field
knowing to crush our woes is to dismiss the pain
at length the stars reciprocate with praise
for courage to summer and wild musings taste

 

Photo credits: Pixabay

Posted for ‘Tuesday Platform’ @ Real Toads

& Posted on ‘Poetry Pantry’ @ Poets United