she cast a spell on me
a crow caws
as a black cat
points its tail at me
wine colored lips recite
a magical verse
of enchanting words
inducing days of red roses
and oleander nights
my soul is hers
she has snatched
my heart from me
beguiled
bewitched
bewildered
‘ver since she cast a spell
with an incantation
in her poetry
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Heartbreak can be wider than the ocean
The pain can penetrate as deep as the sea
Since he hurt you you’re drowning in tears
But don’t be afraid to take a chance on me
The seas of love have the power of healing
Swim with me and everything will be fine
We can flow wherever the currents take us
Let’s fall in love and leave our scars behind
The two of us could make the biggest splash
If we let the waters wash over you and me
So let’s get caught in the waves of passion
For together we will start a love tsunami
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.”
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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
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The image reminded me of you N. Eye liner, touch of lip gloss, and of course the flowers in the luxurious black hair.
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Sunflowers (adoration, longevity)
Baby’s Breath (purity of heart)
Primrose (eternal love)
Sacred Lotus (In Buddhist symbolism it represents purity of body, speech, & spirit)
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The deep stitches that mark my flesh
Are medals from battles worn with pride
The wounds that line her battered heart
Moisten her breath with tears she’s cried
Me, the lonely beach boy surviving broken love
She, an indigo child tangled, a hand without a glove
It was my role to be the valiant knight
To rescue her from the pain of broken dreams
Bravely fighting off the slings and arrows
I was rescued by the poet in tattered jeans
I normally don’t post on Fridays, but my Poetry Muffin needs to read my words. And her wish is my demand.
Photo credit: Nandita.
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We met in a poem as poets often do
Cause our words opened poetic doors
As we slowly fell in love in a metaphor
This love has grown with every rhyme
As verses carry the pain and hope that
Our meters will stand the test of time
These red feelings will eclipse eternity
For long after we have turned to dust
Our love will live forever in our poetry.
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This was for you N.
Somme-in a little different.
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It was a lucid afternoon
Straight out of my dreams
We laughed and loved
Feasting on Pepsi, popcorn, and poetry
Drawing her a warm bath
I attempted to read Neruda
Yet she had other plans
Reciting pink verses
Red rhymes cascaded from her glossy lips
Like slippery suds of passion
Soaking me with love
Words floated like translucent bubbles
Washing my flaws, fears, and pain
Rinsing my body, purifying my heart
Baptizing my soul
My beloved took a bath
It was me that she cleansed.
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This poem came from a prompt from my mentor Nandita Yata. Hopefully, she will approve.
Our home has become as lonely
as the last leaf on a dying tree
laughter no longer reverberates against walls
we consummated with our love
old arguments replay themselves endlessly
like a scratched record avoiding the next beat
the eerie shadows of who we once were
turn us into restless spirits of the night
as we haunt ourselves with stained memories of
the way things used to be
Photo from Google Images
Unloved.
Neglected.
Mistreated.
With love I recovered
all of her broken pieces.
With kisses I attempted
to heal her wounds.
But
trust never appeared,
her tears never ended.
How could I have known
she was broken
beyond repair.
Image borrowed from Google Images
Just because
you’re my grand obsession
my beautiful poetic muse
doesn’t mean these little words
were meant for you
we both know
there is a clock by my bed
that marks every lonely hour
you’re not by my side
that doesn’t mean
I wrote these words for you
yes, I admit
my lips ache for you
as I breathe your words
crave your prose
which flow through my burning veins
that doesn’t mean these words
were written for you
just because
you’re my north and my south
and I refuse to live
a day without your poetry
as your words fill me with joy
as your rhymes beat with my heart
don’t read between blurred lines
just get over it
these little words were
never meant for you
Hola. Missed you. Took a two week hiatus to rest. Lonely Author is well and still waiting for a surgery date. I have kept myself busy writing To Do lists. Suddenly, after two boring weeks of thinking of To Do stuff to be done, I came to the conclusion I don’t have enough time to do the things on all of my To Do lists. So, the Chimp trashed them and decided to go back to writing.
I will drop by to visit all of you. Thank you for all of the lovely messages.
Pretty Girl Unloved
She was the last leaf on a dying tree
Hanging from a barren branch
Too frightened to be free
Unloving winds made her rock and sway
Disconnected from her twig
She was forever castaway
Unwanted and unnoticed she fell in dirt
She remained all alone there
With no one to cure her hurt
Dying in shadows with no sun above
She lay in the cold forever
Pretty girl unloved
Due to my crazy week this was another reblog. Will be catching up with blogs and comments today. Expect to get back to my regular schedule next week.
Have a great weekend. Be happy. Be well.
The Lonely Author 