Garden Of Poetry

17670173451_dee37b8397_b

My poetry rarely contains much symbolism. However, my desire to improve as a poet urged me to pen this little write. (The symbolic meaning of every flower mentioned can be found at the end of the post). The inspiration for this piece comes from Nandita’s “The Root Of Life.”

Garden of Poetry

.

Strolling through her stunning verses
the aroma of rhymes entices my lungs
as poetic sunflowers generate warmth
and her love blooms in flowery tongues

Her windblown kisses of Baby’s Breath
Are love florets providing a sweet motif
As we exchange our primrose affections
For I am her stem and she my adoring leaf

She will eternally be my sacred lotus
Planted inside the deepest part of me
As I’ve become the photosynthetic sun
‘ever nourishing her garden of poetry

.

The image reminded me of you N. Eye liner, touch of lip gloss, and of course the flowers in the luxurious black hair.

.

Sunflowers (adoration, longevity)
Baby’s Breath (purity of heart)
Primrose (eternal love)
Sacred Lotus (In Buddhist symbolism it represents purity of body, speech, & spirit)

Another Fallen Tear

The inspiration for this little thing came from a recent Video Chat.

.

Another Fallen Tear

.

Sometimes
When we cry together
It feels as if
We have loved forever
If only you
Could feel my fingers
Caressing
Your moist cheek
Then perhaps
My pain won’t hurt so bad
When
Another fallen tear
Wets
My trembling screen

.

For Nandita

The Flirting Beach Boy

the lonely author

My Baby has been so swamped with work demands, she actually fell asleep while in video chat with me.  She has barely written this week, so I wanted to pen something for her.  To set the record straight, I REALLY mean every word.  I do.  I do.

.

The Flirting Beach Boy

.

Have you heard about the lonely Beach Boy
He’s a Casanova and the most horrible flirt
He has enjoyed a woman or two…….or three
Til he earned a reputation for chasing skirts

Now, he wants to change and don a bright halo
“No mas,” to the all of the ladies he wants to yell
It may be too late for him to apply for heaven
Beach Boy has earned reservations in……oh, well

Though he is still a charmer, he wears blinders
And with all the chasing and flirting he’s done
Oh, the terrible Beach Boy is still a lady’s man
But now, he only belongs to N, a special one

.

For my loving N.

.

 

The Treasure Seeker

9c96b071463f74e8567536dde06b1591

Wanted to take a moment to thank my readers, devoted followers, and friends for all of the wonderful compliments and comments I have received. Your support warms my heart. If you have found any beauty in my recent poetry, well, it is a reflection of HER love inside of me.

.

The Treasure Seeker

.

Perhaps this Beach Boy
Is a Treasure Seeker
Or simply a dreamer in search of happiness
For there is a place where love waits for me
Far beyond the mountains of judgment
That I have had to surmount
Past the swamps of criticisms
Through which I had to slosh
This adventurer will cross land and sea
Fighting tears, weather, and lonely hours
Crossing kiss-less deserts and cold moonless nights
My journey will not end                                                                                                            Until I discover that priceless treasure
Waiting at the foot of Her bed

.

For Her

.

Photo of opening scene from Raiders Of The Lost Ark.

my guardian angel

16326d32cd80700af83090d3a1a4e403

my guardian angel

.

I am her adoring disciple
She is my cathedral of love
A guardian angel
Forever watching over me
For when she spreads her wings
I am blessed by her poetry

She is my religion 
So willing to bear any cross
Loving unconditionally
While making sacrifices without fear
My loving angel would injure herself
Just to baptize me with her tears

.

This is for YOU.  The most unselfish, self-sacrificing woman I have ever met.

Your Love

Your Love

.

Your words are the sweetest melodies
That echo inside my brain

Your love is a metaphor on a gondola
Flowing through my veins

.

.

Let me tell you a little secret. My beautiful Tangled Weeds is asleep right now, but she asks me to prepare breakfast for her everyday (meaning a sweet good morning message). I wanted to start her Sunday with this little surprise so she knows I was thinking and missing her.

Photo credit: You know the drill.