I painted you
into
an avalanche of sun glow
so my smeared hands
cannot fanthom
the beauty within
I locked you away
behind the canvas
so my weary eyes
show no more desire
I sealed your lips
in silence
so your whispers
penetrate my mind
no further
Your catatonia is
my salvation
She sits to watch
the epilogue of summer
pass by
Her pleated skirt waves
to the fading whistle
of the oceanic breeze
The memory of sunburn
sates the passion
she holds within
The frosty mornings
reminds her
the wisdom of waiting
And now
she grows frantic
in the lukewarm
fuzziness
Today
I feel blah
It is one of those days
that repeats itself
without any
remorse
This hour
I feel nothing
It is one of those states
that appears intermittently
without any
warning
This time
I say something
It is one of those outpours
that shocks me
without any
reservation
By now
you must wonder
what I have said
Without any
delay
let me tell you
I said
blah blah blah
Living Poetry prompt – Practical
She is dreaming up
all the grand qualities
in a man
He gives her an adorable smile
kisses her like a devil
passionately makes love to her
like there is no tomorrow
She pants and moans
thinks about their likely
possible future together
He looks at her with his puppy eyes
lays with her over and over
he says to her
I am labouring to give you a child
for our future
My Queen!
Roses are blue
Violets are black
Rock and roll is dead
The world has gone mad
I am blogging to stay sane
Darkness makes
the subdue glow more alive
the quietness sing softly
the tiredness rejuvenate
She
drapes stars to shine light upon the cold sad moon
The stars lend dreams to the hopeless soul
The moon inspires the watcher to fashion beauty
I missed your birthday this year
It slipped my mind
It was that simple
You are no longer my priority
in many ways
Missing your birthday
is a fraction of
the final letting go
She
Smiles
Semi teases
Some year some day
Still she will wait here
Shall I quit searching for love
Photographed by Joe Femia
In darkness, I long for the light
In chaos, I long for the peace
In despair, I long for the angel’s wings
Photographed by David Mane
In Septembers
we celebrated our union
we grieved our loss
we broke our covenant
September
such significance
It was all too overwhelming
for a Spring
of self discovery
Flicker of Thoughts 