Poetry today,
with words
gone astray,
leaves me
to ponder,
that hill,
over yonder.
Where every
day I would
play, and
knew what
to say.
Words now
few, have
gone askew.
Wringing
hands-
what,
to do?
Poetry today,
with words
gone astray,
leaves me
to ponder,
that hill,
over yonder.
Where every
day I would
play, and
knew what
to say.
Words now
few, have
gone askew.
Wringing
hands-
what,
to do?
wide eyed and bushy tailed, once upon a time. The hills became higher, mountains. free climbing now. Every hand hold, along the way- A betrayal of the deepest of me.
selfish lovers
with your
stabbing knives and steely grins.
haunting.
I challenge you.
Be
gone.
With your
“tomorrows” that never come,
promises that
never were.
You-
with your
words-
Platitudes-
Thieves of my heart.
Unworthy of the love,
I freely gave,
of me,
I freely gave,
freely-
blindly-
gave.
“More! More!”
you cry.
poured out,
an offering.
My sea, to your-
droplets.
Transition.
I.
defy.
you.
Basking,
with a true
lover.
Into the shadows
my longing heart
stumbles.
Your smile,
touching your hair.
Laughter abounds,
you’re near.
Yawning,
The inner penguin-
delight.
Ambrosial kisses
coupled scent,
sends me
ethereal bound
longing.