Tag: language
Wordsmith Wednesday: Poem XII
Poets have long
ached to veil desire
in flowery coverings
to transform emotion
into art.
But what’s more
boldly inspired
than a heart,
naked,
crying out
for you?
Adornment
I can’t help
but to look
at you
and think
nothing has ever
looked better
on me.
On Love Poetry
Christmas: On Joy
Unmerited love
and joy unforeseen,
in the glow of your fire,
my soul is evergreen.
Touchstone Tuesday: Poem VII
On Longing
Wordsmith Wednesday: Poem IX
I fell to sleep singing a love song;
a rhythm to my breathing,
with the cadence
of a chest rising and falling
to the beat of a ballad
that plays for you.
When I awoke
in the middle of the night
in the hollow of a barren silence,
I couldn’t find the music.
After I searched under the covers
and in the corners of the room,
I heard you humming the tune
that lulled me to sleep.
I should have known that only you
could take the music
from my throat.
Touchstone Tuesday – Poem V
Someone once told me
that a proper poem
is to have
within it
a rigid rhyme scheme.
So, I, I, I,
shattered their vase,
around which hung
the decayed petals
of iambic pentameters,
and watched,
as impropriety
crawled out.
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Firestone Friday – Poem VIII
What is love
if not learning
the language of a heart
and speaking to it
the most gentle of words?
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