You Brought Me

You brought me words

fueling my heart with the

breathing fires of life

You brought me poetry

Dickinson, Yeats, Keats

and Shakespeare

You brought me  stars

and moonlit waves of cheer

You brought me a smile making

my day worthwhile

I bring you gratitude


Posted for dVerse
writing poetry incorporating
the word "Cheer" 

author's note: I have not

been feeling well  and a

very special person brought

me a message of cheer.
Encouraging me to write.

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If You Were a Poem

By Blue and Truedessa 

Thanks Blue for being you!

Rings of Time

courtesy of Pixabay

 Life started as a seed 

 hoping that you would take root

 & grow into a magnificent tree

In your early years growing

rapidly with the help of

spring and summer rains

and the warmth of the sun

One day there was a storm

lightning cracked , thunder roared

and a heavy tree fell

it's weight against your trunk

you had to fight hard to

build up your weaken side

In time you grew tall and straight

but, the neighborhood became

crowded and there was little

water and sunshine for

all to thrive...

Suddenly, one day a stranger

wandered in the woods with

his axe he trimmed down the

neighboring woodlands.  The

tree became sad and watched

the neighborhood decline

But, once again the tree

was  able to obtain ample

nourishment and sunlight

and the tree grew to new

heights for many years

Then, a terrible day came

the sky became smoky grey

fire breathed through the

forest.

The tree trembled in fear

and prayed to the heavens

for rain...

" save me", the tree cried

and so it was, the tree was spared

 still carrying the scars under

newly formed wood.

The tree survived many dry

spells and harsh winters

made her fragile limbs break

Today, the tree towers

the forest and her crown

seems to touch the sky

The tree's age is a secret

hidden underneath thick bark

rings of life,  tell an amazing

story...

May the tree live for many

generations to come gifting

the world with clean air,

a home for nature's animals

and harmony for it's people

author's note:  I missed Poets United

Midweek Motif - Ode to Age

This story of a tree kept

whispering in my ear

So many trees have

been lost by the recent

fires.

Thank you for reading

Have a wonderful day!
This is a rough draft
but, I think it has
potential

The Musician's Touch

He  strokes her long, slender,

smooth neck, sliding up and down

in a rhythmic motion

gently  plucks her fragile strings

with razor sharp precision

she yields to his callused fingers

her curvaceous glossy

body warms against his skin

creating a soft melody of

insatiable desire, melting

into a rhapsody

coarse, hot and jagged notes

amplify their song  in a star-studded

night

he knows how to rock her world

playing a lover's song

written for dVerse
Tuesday Poetics - Touch me
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Jousting Between Truth and Fiction

Truedessa's Collection

 I  joust  between the pages

of truth and fiction

I sing between the verses

of a troubadour's song

I write between the covers

of fantasy and desire

I dally between the chapters

of knights and dragons

I read between the lines

of mystical adventures

I dream between the settings

of imaginary places

I see between the eyes of

wisdom of sages & fools

I dance between the emotions

of love and heartbreak

I love between the poetry

of life's greatest stories

 

author's note:  written

for Poets United

I missed the midweek motif

Reading Fiction

Thank you for visiting

Heart of Moss - The Art of Seeing

Truedessa's Collection

Seeking the path of light

soft moccasins against my sole

skin to skin we are human

and animal kin...

guide me,  oh deer spirit

through the forest of

deeper perception

awakening to life through

a lyrical parallel world

hearing the ancient songs

calling me beyond the

limits of consciousness

entering the enchanting

elegance of the dreamscape

noticing nuances of change

splendor in an autumn day

each step ushers in a breath

of life, red tailed hawk

circles overhead, come

closer my beloved friend

crunching of leaves and broken

limbs, songs of the trees beneath

my feet...

in the distance the water drum

poetic fluid, thirsty for a drink

of reflection I sprint onward

on hooves of  intuition

nestled in a quiet place on

the path of enlightenment

outside the realm of ordinary

perception...a vision

mossy heart radiates from

 earth... locus of the

spiritual being lies in the

fragments of our lives...
and the depths of our dreams

magic is in the art of seeing

sharing with Poets United
Thanks for your visit

authors note:
Let's call this one
a work in progress
as I am still finding
my way in the journey