Where wild passions flare and bloom into
Emotions surrendering to love’s call-
A Cupid’s rite;
In the warmth of your silence
Words come to me like starburst
Every word that I breathe
Becomes a poem :
Sweet incantation ,
Nestling your heartbeat
In the quickening of my pulse
Temptation becomes devotion.
Inspired by Fiery’s latest offering
Thank you , my WordPress sibling.
Golden tapestry of dawn’s loveliness…a lucent glow of morning bliss
Sun toasts the earth to tan-rousing cuddled eyelids , feeling the moistened kiss of morning dew.
Leaves flutter like braids on an indulgent wind under a sky embroidered with crystalline clouds…
Satin ribbon of a zephyr traces rouge on cheeks to playfully trace the hem of my dress as I step on lush of grass –feeling the interludes of sunlight’s warmth…
Chorus of velvet madness beguiles senses as wings fling themselves on blooms and trees, trilling chimes from dainty throats– their beaks twirling on fragrance as buds unfurl ….
And the earth and air are born again.
A purple sky folds into stars-
Heartbeat of a turquoise twilight
In the blue coolness of an acoustic air…holding rhythms in the starlit touch of a gentle night- where dreams are tucked in a starship —awakening evensong of shimmering shooting comets…
A luminous Milky Way blazes into my eyes.
Neutron stars burst on Spring Tides… a moon-blanched beach glimmers on wisps of cerulean waves…
I feel the breath flow from my soul… caressed by a mystic, iridescent magnetic moon.
Inspired by Zoolon’s ‘ A Blue, Blue Sky’ .http://zoolonhub.com/2019/02/24/a-blue-blue-sky/
Thank you , George, The Lord Of Music and fabulous lyrics.
Broken -hearted people
Shelter tears in their eyes
Living in this world
With smiling faces to disguise
Pain is like flying with a broken wing
Swaying like a leaf in the wind
Life can just blow your mind
Feeling brain dead, smiles no more shined
Words don’t come easy
Bottled up, they burst like crazy
A wrong word here, a wrong word there
Yesterday, today, tomorrow, I despair
I need a place to hide, far away
Where I don’t feel the need to talk or say
Finding my sad song, I’ll sing the blues
Finish my crying, I cut my heartstrings loose
No matter what, the sun still shines
The moon comes out, the stars enshrine
The lights never go out, come day or night
It’s only poetry that gives me delight .
I listen to the wind as it rocks and rolls,
Over meadows, brooks, mountains, knolls.
The wind looks to the grass and trees to sing,
Stories the sky and clouds to the earth , bring.
Ancient fables of seasons that spring,
Tales of Mother Earth’s awakening.
Flowers breathe into the air.. glorious scents .
Gossamer lyrical song-bird presents.
Quivering voices enchanting the wind ,
Rainbow of imaginings spilling, tinged.
Vocalizing haiku- sun struck birds,
Draping breaths, ardor stirred.
Birds, bees, butterflies, slip-sliding,
Down garden paths brightly painting.
The wind beguiles my eyes, ruffles my hair,
Tasseled zephyr wands bestowing happiness everywhere.
Sunflowers dream in
in a cornflower blue sky;
golden whispers string the air –
I glimpse unspoken words
in the glance of your eyes.