yesterday it rained

yesterday it rained

yesterday it rained
tears of fallen angels
over lands of cruelty

last night she slept unloved
her days are brief
my nights an eternity

I scribbled her name
on the windows of my soul
as drops moistened every pane

today I bear a soaked cross
oh, did I mention
yesterday it rained

concerto

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

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.

never meant to be

never meant to be

we lay on a lonesome beach
tides shift between reality and fantasy
red lips kiss the yesterday we never had
as we dream of eternity
fireflies illuminate the night
forming horoscopes
foretelling no promises of tomorrow

our eyes express
things our mouths will never see
the moonless sky torments
our love is an unborn child
who was never meant to be

breathe

breathe

she knits her verses
into my heart
with melancholy thread
forever words
entwined in every chamber
which no palpitation can unstring

inhaling her poems
I exhale the metaphors she weaves
she is the falsetto of my sigh
the muse who resuscitates
for she writes the poetry
that I breathe

déjà vu

déjà vu

it’s happening again
I awakened to the overture
of a familiar verse
as vivid as a reocurring dream
radiant rays of words
came in waves
blessing every pulse
of my dawnless heart
with resuscitating poetry

basking in the beautiful warmth
of a never ending déjà vu
today I fell in love
again and again
when a poem
reminded me of you

is it time

is it time

how about now
I ask for the hundredth time
she always replies no
it makes me think
someone broke her heart
or she prefers to be alone
this man needs the inspiration of a sigh
the magic of a woman’s touch
sooner or later
my heart must love again
so I cling to hope
tomorrow I will ask her
is it time
beautiful metronome
my dear devoted friend