Chains

Penciled words...

trembling letters 

Flowing from a heart that once loved 

Petals of skin quivering 

memories
 Of us
Heart, mind, body soul... 

Captured Sweet torment ...
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... 

 Chains my being...
Never letting go. 

GEL 4/2012
KIW

Little Things

A glancing touch

Grazes ones skin ...

Memories rush in

A sentence spoken with

Careless ease

Take my breath away 

Buckle my knees

Words I love you 

spoken into the phone

With you're eyes on me

words meant for my

Heart alone 

Memories etched forever

In our minds 

Those and little things

Are the ties that bind GEL2012

...followers

if you are following me here... patience... the best is yet to be

Its been awhile

Poems... sentences... half phrases 
run thru my head...
Happiness...Elation...sadness
run thru my heart...
So much to say and yet 
I sit down to write my pen is still
I gaze in wonder at the beauty of the
creation that surrounds me... 

anxiously waiting for 

the ink to flow again...

Summer Solstice

summer scents seep

 thru my senses

sail away...

pine needles dewy, wet

bay breezes glisten 

sail away...

beckoning

wanting to caress my skin

sail away...

my mind trips to

a time 

when life 

simpler

meant days ...

warm sand, waves teasing toes

strolls along moonlit way

sail away...

humid smoke rings 

guitar songs

sail away...

chocolate melting

marshmello glow

sail away...

plaid blanketed bronzed bodies

midnight skies

star night lights

misty kisses

sparkling eyes

sail away...

Given you everything

Sometimes life throws a sucker punch that 

rocks you to the core....

takes your breath away

and leaves a pit in your stomach the size of Texas....

Each day I wake up... my first thought is of you...

I turn to you - caress your skin... 

assurance you are mine... you are still here....

we have our "time"  we talk....

we discuss the day.... 

As the day  goes on I ponder...

little things

what to make you for lunch... dinner....

keeping your house in order so theres never any chaos

...neat and in order.... the way you like it....

clean socks, clean clothes...

what can I do to make your life easier..

the chores, weed the gardens, mow, rake dishes, 

shovel snow....

Never once would I ever consider "ME" frst

that is not how I am that is not how I roll

Yet you have had an offer you can't refuse....

and offer that was part of 
OUR DREAM...

yet you are going without me... 

To say I am hurt does not even begin to 

describe the pain I feel - - 

this was OUR dream ....

but because you can be bought... 

its your dream now....

I

Snow falls gently

caressing the ground with its cold white feather

gently thoughts of you touch my mind

taking me to another place, another time...

Life wasn't simple then ... it was quite complicated in fact

but I felt beautiful... loved.... worshiped and adored

Winters didin't seem long, summers were way to swift...

Falls and Springs were just another romantic season... 

Though you are gone - I learned from you ...

What true beauty is, that I am still,,, loved... worshiped and adored

I learned that in this life long committed relationship that in giving...

I am given... I loving... I am loved... in taking I am taken... 

Now in this place I am content...

Gently as the snow falls and winters aren't so long... 

DLW 1-3-10

Autumns Visit

She was up before dawn 

with all  hues of fall...

so many trees to paint... 

she had to paint them all

So she started with the maples painted them all red...

she had to paint quickly before all the leaves were shed

She colored up the birches with 

splashes ... canary yellow...

the hickories and elms were a  bit more mellow

She painted all the ferns in tones of brown...

then without a whisper

she quietly left town...

DLW, October 3, 2010

somewhere

in a box hidden
 somewhere
is a book full of memories
that I want to share...
in that book you will find
musings and writings of
another place
another time
some of the words just
flow in black and white
others  colorful
filled with incite
some  wet with
ragged tears
some  jaded with
sarcastic fear
some  awestruck
filled with passion
others  tumbling
in an angry  fashion
some just lyrics from
... the right song
others are heart-wrenching ...  long
penned words from
... Green Eyed Ladies
soul ... (if she found them
again would she then be whole?)

RAIN SONG

Listen to the thunder...

as it rolls on by...

Voices of  clouds 

speaking from the sky

Listen to the birds

down in the lane

they are singing songs

 ... in spite of  the rain

So when your feeling pain

Listen to the rain song

natures playing you

making pretty flowers

 & 

the pastures new.

Missing me?

So you have missed me...

Missed words like
perscription glasses
letting you see clearly
glimpses of the real me
Life
halted poetic pen
 thoughts avalanche
spiraling, overwhelming
...

True Friend

I feel your eyes on me as I talk to him
I turn to see … that all knowing grin
Why can’t you see he is only a friend?
A confidant when I’ve reached the ropes end

He never has once the border crossed
For fear of our friendship to ever be lost
He listens with ears that never falter
Steady as the rock known as Gibraltar

Yes he loves me it’s plain to see
…he thinks that’s blind to you and me
He is always there to listen, to care…
Turn away… please don’t’ stare

Walk away, leave this alone
your true feelings are better not known
to me is more than “just a man”
he is a true friend….
Something you will never understand!

GEL - Feb122010

The Real Me

So you stand there looking at me…
From what I can tell you like what you see
But I wonder if you could see with in…
Would it wipe from your face that shallow grin

If you could see beyond green eyes …
beyond the voices, beyond the lies
Into the deepest realms of my soul
Would you onto the fire heap mounds of coal

Or would you pretend to be someone you’re not
Opening the door… picking the lock…
Leading me on… the perfect one…
Till the ropes on my heart were all undone

When finally secrets of my being …all exposed
would you stare in wonder behind that door I closed
Or would you turn away with a shrug and sneer
as the depths of green eyes began to tear
or
Would you gather me to your warm embrace
Caressing drops of fear from my face
Would you ponder in wonderment all that you see
When you take the time to find… The real me -

- GEL Feb 11, 2010

Pictured Poetry

She speaks…
not always with words… but in pictures
Her camera the pen capturing moments her heart no words can speak
Moments…
When the sun glistens on the snow as tears on a wind a burned cheek
Moments…
When the red sky dawns warning of the storm within in her soul
Moments…
When swirling clouds …like the thoughts in her head no sense, no reason
Moments…
When the sun melts the snow from the pavement as ice from around her heart
Moments…
When the light breaks thru the trees as the sparkle from blue eyes brightens her day
Moments…
When the cold winds howl across the land as the past rears its ugly head
Moments…
When the soft morning dew glistens on rose petals as love from green eyes
Moments….
When snow blankets the ground as forgiveness covers her past
Moments…
When crashing waves signify the passion of her being
Moments…
When still waters… bring a quiet reprieve
Moments….

When as a breeze sets leaves in motion… her hand is moved to pen…

gel2010

Kindred Spirits

... as I struggle with words to paper... sometimes someone reads my mind... gel

your picture smiles
as I try to write
something
that will touch you
you smile is wistful
as if to say
”I wish...I wish...”
you look at me with clear green eyes
with subtle corner lines
that crinkle when you smile...
but your smile is not
as wide...or as free
as when he held you
”I wish...I wish...”
I stare back at you
staring at me....
your eyes twinkle
or is it a glimmer of pain
that has not healed
...that may not heal...ever...
you must make it numb
or it will do the same
...to your heart and life...
”I wish...I wish...”
so you put them down...
bury the memories deep...
heap upon them
...distractions...
...and business...
...and dedication to
other things...
to keep the memories
...of his touch...his scent...
...the sweetness of his lips...
buried...
”I wish...I wish...”
...it’s better now...
you can go a whole hour
without thinking
of the incredible joy you shared...
a week or two without the “ache”
...the sweet, sweet poems...
you poured out of your heart
in flowing waves of ink...
words you could not speak
without tears...
and now...cannot not read
without weeping
...you destroyed them all...
all the love you wrote
”I wish...I wish...”
you were alone with your pain...
there was no one who would share
...or truly listen...
...or understand...
one day...a soft voice
a listening ear
a caring heart
appeared at the window
to your heart and tapped on the glass
and you talked for hours
”I wish...I wish...”
I think he is a friend
in the truest sense...
...a kindred spirit...
that has walked the path
has felt the weariness of
...doing what is right
who has felt the pain...
and the ache...
who knows the temptation
and the euphoria
of that path you both have walked
he makes you feel
...so un-alone...
he writes you beautiful words
that help you heal
...and write again
...that man is me...
perhaps one day
we might meet...
and over good wine...
talk and laugh your pain away
”I wish...I wish...”

dtb