Penciled words...
trembling letters
Flowing from a heart that once loved
Petals of skin quivering
memories
Of us
Heart, mind, body soul...
Of us
Heart, mind, body soul...
Captured
Sweet torment ...
when you turned...
when you turned...
Walked away ...
Pictures before my heart in her gown
of flowing waves...
Tore hope from
my grasp...
Might have been ...
You didn't stay
Now your back
Stilted words leave emotional
Questions train wrecking my mind
ears hearing "I love you"
echos from Long ago...
echos from Long ago...
Chains my being...
Never letting go.
Never letting go.
GEL 4/2012
KIW
KIW
Admired Always
ReplyDeleteI muse of you
now and then
wonder how you are
still scarred ?
or has life licked your wounds
I see your pictures
here and there
smiling wide
do you smile inside
or does old agony
rear its head
when finally,
you thought it gone
So good to see you write
do you still wake in the night
your words awhirl
like honey they drip from my tongue
when I read your pain aloud
but not so loud
others hear
perhaps we never really mend
there is no end
when we give our love
never returned
when spurned
do we ever learn ?
where is Love now
still cherished ?
treasured in some heart
his special place ?
or cast aside
without a trace
I know your heart
all that you feel
was it real
your love - or less
than you imagined it to be
write – write – write
my green eyed dream
your words enthrall
with such ease
your cathartic breeze
pleases me
incredibly
~ Drought ~
ReplyDeletefor once, I know not what to say
the spring has sprung a leak I fear
I’ve wracked my brain but there’s no way
for once, I know not what to say
I had suspicions there’d come this day
no crowing from this chanticleer
for once, I know not what to say
the spring has sprung a leak I fear
I’ve looked back on my poems of old
perchance to find some glimmering
perhaps some tale to be retold
I’ve looked back on my poems of old
some oblique thought I can remold
there’s nothing...NOTHING...simmering
I’ve looked back on my poems of old
perchance to find some glimmering
from desert sere a thought of you
your scent upon sirocco borne
your smiling face comes into view
from desert sere a thought of you
inspires my words to flow anew
my Desert Rose devoid of thorns
from desert sere a thought of you
your scent upon sirocco borne
no longer parched - my words overflow
my hymn to you is on my lips
I write for you – pay what I owe
no longer parched - my words overflow
your whisper like soft falling snow
sparks fly from my fingertips
no longer parched - the words overflow
my hymn to you is on my lips