you know me i am the mystery of a secret the bad boy you recognize but have never seen the lover who comes and goes through your hair disrupting your sanity i am an island breeze caressing your shivering skin blowing through your heart ever so gently like the wind
My heart procedure is in 10 days. This will be my last open comments post, so I can catch up to messages and my blog reading.
Everyone that knows me knows one of my all time favorites…….Ol’ Blue Eyes.
now, the doors that once kept people out are the barriers that locks me in now, that we are virtually connected i find no connections at all there is the stranger i once ignored i greet him with a masked hello does he wonder what happened to the routine we took granted for so long now that my watch crawls in ferocious silence hope breathes freely inside these walls while i listen to my creaking rocking chair croon a sad song
Recently purchased two 100 foot extension cords. This poem and every poem scheduled to post in April, were written under a palm tree.
my restless heart can’t sleep ever since she soaked my dreams like a warm summer shower of fireflies and fantasies cascading radiance onto my soul splashing away the darkness causing my moons to shine every sunrise to glow my life is one sleepy blur sleep or reality i don’t know just let me die of insomnia so i continue dreaming of her
There will be a short funny post on Wednesday. Feel free to drop by and celebrate my birthday with me. xo
a poet born between a nightmare and soliloquy surfacing from the deep to write poetry from beyond the penumbra of her heart where loneliness pulsates in tones echoes of the forsaken serving as hallowed church bells chiming the sad truth not all of us are meant to be loved like this child of the shadows a girl named eclipse
Today, I am happy to annouce Passions: Love Poems and Other Writings, a wonderful book from my precious friend Gabriela of Short-Prose-Fiction has been published. Always rich in vivid images and powerful metaphors, her poetry and prose will leave you breathless.
Speaking of breathless, here is a little poem I wrote for the occasion…..
when i inhale your poetry
when i inhale your poetry i exhale melancholy syllables leaving the atmosphere breathless from your words the heavens slowly appear in your bedroom like a lonely apparition as i blow winter auroras through the autumn of your hair leading to our first kiss below the echo of a metaphor where we watch moon glow escape our trembling lips in a misty sigh of love
“There is no perfection, only beautiful versions of brokenness.” – Sharon L Adler, inspirational author of 300 Questions To Ask Your Parents Before It’s Too Late.
Life has an amazing way of touching us. During these months of illness and recovery, my precious friend Rachel of In Mind and Out, has reached out to me in my loneliest moments, lifting my spirits. We often joke about being “broken.” This wonderful poet and caring woman fails to see the beauty of her imperfections as her brokenness helped repair mine. Please, get to know Rachel, one of the Inspiring Women of WordPress.
beautifully broken you
fragments of a mirror reflecting multiple moons in the night making the parts more beautiful than the whole fractured sunsets of healing warmth and light in need of an ointment of poetry to cure a jagged soul shatterd moonlight and splintered sunsets create a stunning view reminding me of my darling kintsugi beautifully broken you
Poetically translated to “golden joinery,” Kintsugi, or Kintsukuroi, is the centuries-old Japanese art of fixing broken pottery. Rather than rejoin ceramic pieces with a camouflaged adhesive, the Kintsugi technique employs a special tree sap lacquer dusted with powdered gold, silver, or platinum.
i will love you in the silence of your reflection in the echoes of your pain with the calm of the mountains with a passion bordering sound mind and insane for I have fallen like a sunset who blushes as he nears the horizon with feelings he can’t convey and should you never be mine i will remind you of the promise of tomorrow’s dawn as i love you anyway
you are the twilight in my eyes that never blossomed into dawn the empty nights sans moonlight imagining the phases of your soul renouncing the affections of women to appease this unrequited heart and all the love it has to give for you my beloved I cling to illusions embracing all the dreams i had yet never lived
A song that very much inspires mi. Sabor A Mi (Taste of Me).
I don’t know if eternity has love But there, just like here In your mouth you will carry A taste of me 🎵🎶
who am i to tell the roses not to bloom how do I stop the hands of time or silence a lonely wolf howling at the moon how can i not think of you it’s like asking my heart to remember not to bleed or a pianist who lost his hands to forget his keys my beautiful muse tell me I can lock these thoughts out convince me I can put doors upon the sea