The Living Poetry prompt – Late
Love is worthy of waiting
All the past tribulation
and perseverance
lead to the great encounter
Love never arrives late
as life is never filled
with bitter regrets
instead
it is full of reward
for those who seek love
Life of a romance movie played vividly on the street of Rome.
I adore her sublime beauty as the peonies in full bloom.
Daring was her heart to strike a new life in a foreign land.
In earnest sowing and labouring she harvested the fruit of life.
A blessed and fulfilled soul is greeted by angles at heaven’s gate.
In loving memory of Lidia (1924 – 8 August 2020)
One of my poems: Once Upon A Time has been published in the Australian Poetry Anthology Volume 8 2020.
I get to know Alana
she wears leopard print dress
and flaming red nails
she plays the keyboard
in broad daylight
to fight off the blues
We talk about girly stuff
skin exfoliation
hydration mask
hair tossing
and stiletto heels
She tells me about Alan
in corroboree …
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I appreciate the strength of the ocean.
His waves are gentle and healing.
I adore the strength of the wind.
He lands on my cheeks softly
like a lover’s kiss.
I admire the strength of the sun.
He embraces me in total warmth and safety.
I exalt the strength of my God.
His strength is made perfect in my weakness.
You Have Been Loved – George Michael
She takes the back road and the lane
Past the school that has no changed
In all this time
She thinks of when the boy was young
All the battles she had won
Just to give him life
That man
She loved that man
For all his life
But now we meet to bring him flowers
And only God knows why
For what’s the use in pressing pamls
When children fade in mother’s arms
It’s a cruel world
We’ve so much to loose
And what we have to learn we rarely choose
So if it’s God who took her son
He cannot be the one living in her mind
Take care my love, she said
Don’t think that God is dead
Take care my love, she said
You have been loved
If I was weak, forgive me
But I was terrified
You brushed my eyes with angels wings, full of love
The kind that makes devils cry
So these days
My life has changed
And I’ll be fine
But she just sits and counts the hours
Searching for her crime
So what’s the use of pressing palms
If you won’t keep such love from harm
It’s a cruel world
You’ve so much to prove
And heaven helps the ones who wait for you
Well I’ve no daughters, I’ve no sons
Guess I’m the only one
Living in my life
Take care my love, he said
Don’t think that God is dead
Take care my love, he said
You have been loved..
When I lie down alone
I feel the curve of your arm
The temperature of our skins
Like the morning sun warms the shore
The healing waves lap me into a peaceful rest
I know I am not special.
If I were,
I would have read a poem
that you wrote especially for me
on my birthday
because you are a poet
and a damn great one.
I know I am not special.
If I were,
I would have heard you ask me
“What can I do to make your loss feel
more bearable?”
because you do
have a compassionate heart.
I know I am not special.
If I were,
I would have seen
the action after hearing
“I am sorry.”
because action speaks
far louder than words.
I know I am not special
despite how many ‘I love you’s
and justifiable reasons.
I don’t buy it!
Because my heart
feels like an insignificant speck of dust
floating on the ultra unrealistic
social media platform.
when love pushed us under water
my fight-or-flight kicked in
I broke off your hand and fled
watching you drown
living doesn’t feel alive
right now
The clouds dangle to reach the plain
They borrow the wind’s might to whisper their intention
so the land turns over her barrenness to welcome the nourish rain
Photo by Cassa Bassa, Canberra, Australia
When I looked into the mirror
I saw you in me
For the very first time in my life
I am in love with myself
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