valentina walking a quiet path valentina found a wilted flower admiring its faded beauty she wondered if this flower has ever been loved or did she bloom in gardens of neglect have her petals ever… More
wanders the solitude of my room
through labyrinths of silence
like my heartbeat screaming
inside the darkest of catacombs
it is a symphony of memories
that echo with no finale
an unholy apparition
haunting without mercy
as I lay in a bed of dead roses
where the thorns of your absence
are forever piercing me
when the moon arrived without you
A metaphor slowly wilts
like a red rose dying
in the sad reflections of a tinted vase
faded petals of unrecited verses
expired in a gentle whisper
as cold winds blew
tonight, a melancholy poem
exhaled its final breathe
when the moon arrived without you
I wanted to thank everyone for their support. I am struggling with my vision and I hope to be back soon to read your blogs and reply to comments on mine,
A Lonely Update
Apologies for my lateness replying to comments and reading blogs.
My blurred vision takes a beating since I read so many blogs and write to you through comments and blogging replies. I love to doing this, it fills my heart with such joy, but sadly, it’s taking a heavy toll. Reading exacerbates my blurred vision.
In New York I overcame this problem by hailing a cab. Here in Florida, I drive, so I am very dependent on my vision.
Devoting so much time to reading everyone’s beautiful words is something that unfortunately, I won’t be able to do in such volume. And I am truly sorry for that.
While I will continue to read everyone, there is no way I can read every post of every blogger and I am truly sorry for that. There have been times reading 9 posts from one blogger delays my arrival to some of my friends and favorites.
Loyalty means so much to me. And I promise and assure my friends I will be loyal to everyone who has been loyal to me.
My Monday posts will always be dedicated to poetry. My Thursday posts, will be devoted to introducing other bloggers, some poetry, photography, my thoughts, and humor. These posts will usually be comments closed to help me better manage my blog and incoming comments.
This will be my only post this week. Hopefully, my poetry will not suffer from the rust.
I hope you find the time to stop by on Mondays to interact with me.
My warmest and sincerest appreciation.
your name is gently tucked
between the wrinkles of my voice
where it reverberates
with unspoken affections
like a desperate song of love
Today, I decided to take my morning run outside the gym to admire the beautiful Florida landscape before it gets too hot. When I arrived at the lake with a running track, a funny thing happened to me.
For some unexplained reason, I sensed the treadmill calling out to me. And honestly, I missed her, too.
Yup, took the workout indoors.
everywhere time inscribes his indelible marks
there remains one untainted corner
beneath a thousand wounds
of boiling sensitivities
our hearts are a lab
creating poetic alchemy
a lonely place where the unloved
transform melancholy into poetry
erased by the sea
a fragile beach of sand
where the radiant foam of the shoreline
illuminates here and beyond
souls of light swim in pomegranates
currents transport their innocent flames
where they will be doused in the marsh of Styx
somewhere in the distance waves roll in
they are only felt by me
unseeing eyes will fail to witness
my footprints erased by the sea