concerto
my love
we envy the beach
as we listen to an aria
of the sea against the shore
an ensemble of French kisses
are the gentle prelude
to the acoustics of our love
behind closed doors
we perform a delicate concerto
the world will never know
a moonlight sonata
we are violin and bow
Lonely Author
Yes, that is my new blogging corner.
No poem today. I wanted to let everyone know I am settled into my new home. Since I am catching up with blog reading and replying to comments, I won’t post a poem today to speed up my process.
Also, would like to announce Monday and Thursday will continue to be my days for posting poetry, but I will occasionally add a third (commentless) post in the week to post photos or share random thoughts.
And since I am often asked about what inspires me, I may be posting musical posts or videos with my poems. Music has always been my companion during lonely times.
Have a gorgeous week. Be back on Thursday with a new poem.
soliloquy
my baritone heart
sings on a lonely stage
before empty seats
longing to be a duet
he dreams
of your soprano heart
here alongside of me
without you
a crowded auditorium
appears barren
as the insistent echo
of my baritone heart
rings in hollow halls
he croons a ballad
a song meant for two
a song unrequited
a soliloquy
he composed
just for you
music in your voice
.
There is music in your voice
like a summer breeze
so warm and tender
that rustles through my leaves
surrounding me in splendor
There is music in your voice
like a love song
my heart will forever remember
for you are the gentle wind chimes
to which I will always surrender
.
Forever drying off
the guitar bridge
that never leads
me back to you
I find myself
playing wet strings
that serve as cruel reminders
of the faded connections
between me and you
Now that you are gone
my heart always beats off key
while the tears never stop
on this damp instrument
And since you no longer care
I write the saddest lyrics
for I’ll always love you in my songs
as my guitar quietly weeps for you
.
She believes she came from the dark side
Never realizing she descended from the stars
More stunning than the rings of Saturn
She radiates a love as red as Mars
I admire her imperfect little craters
Loving every phase unless she’s blue
She will forever be my crescent moon
Longing to be new
.
.
Listen to my song
Although I have never been one to croon
Hear my sweet lyrics
Perhaps my whispers will make you swoon
I will sing of love
Unsatisfied desires as chronic as any pain
I will hum our hurt
Until you’re drenched in little hearts of rain
Soak in my rhythm
Our harmony of love will give us such a thrill
Live in my tempo
And together we will make time stand still
You have me dreaming
Of love making on a beach for me and you
You have me screaming
Can’t deny, I have the lonely author blues.
.
.
Photo from Google Images
She is that song
you just can’t get
out of your head
the melody you
hum when you
forget the words
she is the tempo
that will move to
your heart’s beat
with gentle lyrics
to sooth your soul
and move your feet
she’s a symphony
the delicate hymn
my heart listens to
She is that song
.
Photo taken from Google Images
And now back to the loving…
For many of us music is our sanctuary. And although we listen with our ears, we feel it in our heart and soul.
She played another painful love song
it flowed directly to her soul
every chorus was meant for her
every lyric always failing to console
Tears accompanied the rhythms
she sang them from the start
she sought solace in every key that
matched the cadence of her lonely heart
Every verse offered her solace
the harmony she could never find
why did she torture herself
music filled the voids old lovers left behind
Photo taken by Lonely Author.
The Lonely Author 