Monday, February 24, 2020

The Heart Of Love

source unknown

















With a swivel blade
I peel the layers
of my skin so you
might touch
 my
     flesh...

My heart ripe, with
the Songs of Solomon

Offering you a taste
of my poetic world

It can't be a sin to
share the seeds of
love

written for dVerse Quandrille #98
Mish is hosting writing a quadrille
incorporating the word peel or a form
of peel.

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Wednesday, February 19, 2020

Seven Verses


Seven Verses

I.
Seven years ago,  embarking on a quest
my weary heart was shipwrecked
that winter day,  love drifted away
I took the helm in an uncharted bay

II.

In a poetic land characters came alive
casting my doubts, learning to survive
composing adventures on the high sea
a captain said,  " come sail with me"

III.

Into the night under stars and moon
following the beat of a bluesy tune
two light-hearted fools, sailed the world
seeking the coveted ocean pearl

IV.

Who are we in this vast universe
have we been blessed or cursed
my melancholy heart sings the blues
can our souls ever fill our shoes

V.

Beyond the stars, a dragon takes flight
carrying dreams into the cosmic  night
navigating the stars,  wings unfurled
discovering magic in a parallel world

VI.

Can you feel the songs of my poetic soul
do  you feel the beat of the ocean's roll
beyond the clouds, dancing side by side
through the darkness we saw eye to eye

VII.

Seven verses a testament of  my heart
this journey a wondrous work of art
poetry has filled my life with meaning
a part of me will always be dreaming


Authors note:  Thank you dear readers for sharing
my 7 year journey into the poetic realm
Your presence enlightens my world

A special shout out to the following
Forever touched by your kindness

Pat Hatt Time  - May our imagination have no limits
The Blue Grumpster - Will we ever find out who we are 
Alex J Cavanaugh - Somewhere,  beyond the stars is a story
Sherry Blue Sky - May we always hear the cry of the wolf
klahanie - Always listen & hear the song of the day

wishing everyone peace, light and love always

Tuesday, February 18, 2020

Bird of Paradise



courtesy of Wikipedia


I am the Bird of Paradise
a/k/a the crane flower

my spirit tropical in nature
symbolic of freedom & joy

bright orange and blue hues
adds vibrancy to my bloom

resembling a bird in flight
 marveling at my feathered friends

standing ready to spread my wings
soaring from my stem of safety

sunbirds feed on my sweet nectar
pollinating my dreams
of an awaiting
 paradise

written for dVerse
To Be A Flower
hosted by Linda Lee  

Today,  I am feeling this flower
dreaming of warmer days 

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Monday, February 10, 2020

Fill Me

courtesy of Pixabay

 fill my eyes
so I might see
heaven's light

fill my ears
so I might hear
music

fill my tongue
so I might taste
life's fullness

fill my heart
so I might feel
true love

fill my nostrils
so, I might smell
nature's gifts

written for dVerse 
writing a Quadrille of 44 words
incorporating the word fill 
hosted by De

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Sunday, February 9, 2020

February Moon

image source


February moon, rises in the sky
illuminating heavenly sphere
resting on a chilly winter night
will our coats be warm enough

February moon, be our guide
the snowy ice caps are melting
where the polar bears call home
how can we save what remains

hunger moon - nourish the world

February moon, sing us songs
under a blanket of fresh snow
will there be food to fill empty bellies
how many miles must one roam

February moon, fill our hearts
with the natural wonder of love
paw to paw,  together surviving
the harshness of this new reality

hunger moon - nourish the world

hosted by Carrie


sharing with the spirit of
earthweal


Saturday, February 1, 2020

Key To Me

Ben Heine photography 


The lady in blue, walks a yellow line
between here and there, it's hard to define

Her heart beats to a melancholy tune
was love some forgotten interlude

resting on the shoulder of a lost dream
skipping stones in a faraway stream

she sings the language of the blues
perhaps, it's time for a new pair of shoes

drifting beyond the veil of the afternoon
in a quiet city street, hope lies strewn

in silent hours, she thinks only of you
wondering if you could ever be true

out of the darkness a crow holds the key
unlocking her captive soul, she flies free

posted for the The Sunday Muse #93