Decomposing Red Roses

The Sunday Muse

Bursting into bloom,  red roses

has anyone noticed, their

delicate beauty

They speak of love and passion

but, the thorns are a reminder

of imperfection

Can you see me through the

rosy tinted haze of summer

my heart openly on display

Exposed, soft buds of affection

but, will a single rose fill

you with enchantment

or do you yearn for

a bouquet

Wilting in the poetic garden

my heart pierced by the thorns

of decaying dreams

Perhaps, love is like a  blue rose

elusive and mysterious in nature

a journey into the unattainable

Living in modern times, there is a

loss of innocence, how can I touch

you when you are too far away

How can I make you believe

in the songs of the roses

when all I feel are

the thorns of the blues

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Welcoming Summer Light

Sunset

Welcoming Summer

One drum, one beat, one heart

Thump

become light

 embrace light

   love light

    see light

      feel light

Listen to the drums, we are united as one

set forth your truest intention for a world

of peace

Thump
   Thump
     THUMP

Awaken, oh sleeping spirit to the light of  a

new day

I am of the sky

 I will teach you to fly

I am of the earth

 to dreams, I give birth

I am of the wind

 on branches thick and thinned

I am of the fire

 breathing with desire

I am of the water

 bonding, creating mortar

I am of the spirit,

 mind and body

One drum, one beat, one heart

radiating into the universal

drum circle of life....

THUMP
   THump
     thump

Awaken, oh sleeping spirit to the light of  a

new day

author's note:  I drummed at Sunset to

celebrate the summer solstice. This poem

was born from light.

Peace, light and love always....

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To the staff at dVerse - enjoy your summer break!
You are the mortar that holds this community together.

Thank you!

Siren's Song

courtesy of Pixabay

Her songs lull the unruly seas

luring sailors her emerald eyes tease

skeptics say,  "she is an illusion of the night"

in the darkness, imaginations take flight

sailors claim to have heard her serenades

in the morning sunrise, her melody fades

drifting closer to the lush green shoreline

mysteries of the sea wave from behind

written for dVerse

exploring songs of mermaids

Thank you for visiting  

songs and the sea....

Song of Love

Courtesy of Pixabay

I sing a hymn of summer love

for all the joys earth gives us

the sun shines from high above

your natural beauty, I can trust

Oh, sweet willow, please don't cry

your heart has grieved for too long

for you, I sing this soothing lullaby

in my heart beats a poet's song

precious gifts of sage and thyme

creating a world of wondrous rhyme

for living waters, I whisper praise

offering a drink of true reflection

resting near the river, in a lover's daze

I pen you verses of deep affection

majestic mountains links to heaven

standing firm, marveling at your beauty

mother earth forgive us our transgressions

sometimes we are foolish and a bit moody

precious gifts of sage and thyme

creating a world of wondrous rhyme

forests speak in an ancient tongue

communing with woodland creatures

in stillness sacred songs remain unsung

sonnets of love written in poetic meters

I sing a hymn of summer love

for all the joys earth gives us

the sun shines from high above

your natural beauty, I can trust

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Thank you for reading 

Author’s note:  A song
to welcome summer’s
warmth,  spring has
been difficult this
year.

A Thousand Buffalo Feet

Courtesy of Pixabay

My heart weary

I sit by the riverside

drum in hand, trying

to catch a pulse

It starts out slow

an unsteady beat

building up momentum

a thousand buffalo feet

clouds lift revealing

blue sky an eagle

flies above

I begin to feel

alive....

linking with dVerse

writing a quadrille using 44 words

incorporating the word "drum"

hosted my Mish  

author's note:  I play a Native American

hoop drum made of buffalo hide. Sometimes,

it seems to have a voice of it's own thundering

hooves of a herd of  buffalo.  It has been an honor
to sit in a circle of drummers to welcome
dreams and the solstice. This year it will be
done remotely.

drums, beats and dreams...