wind whips the weeping willow
a wolf rests deep within
watching snowflakes waltzing
Sun beams like Hot Choclate on a blue day...
Soft silky and smooth on your skin...
Butterflies softly floating like falling feathers in the wind...
Gently gliding gracefully over the bright green grass...
Eyelashes brush against your cheek like soft snowflakes on your face...
Fingertips flit freely across your arm...
Together playfully prancing like horses running wild...
Spinning tops twiling tenderly....
Wishes whispered wimsically like pixies playing hopscotch...
Softly calling quietly,
I love you!
slowly suddenly and then without warning it crosses us and blankets our world it turns the stunning orb into a hollow sphere dull and dead and nothing is seen just bleak dark black its there its lasting the silence never to end
the day slows to a standstill and goes backward
the noises about come to a close
the shades begin to venture
the bleak blacks cross the clouds
the sky is blanketed and choked out
the sun has fled
the day has left
the night is here
the silence is everywhere
Water drops wet my shoulders as I walk down the walkway
Icy flakes ignited by coldness illuminates my way
Nippy weather needle my nerves, makes me wanna take naps all day
To my house I run back and throw my tomato colored toboggan on
Echoes from the far icicles echo and emanate iciness endlessly until dawn
Reindeer run rapidly like rabbits racing riding Santa Claus’s sleigh
This is for Charlotte Puddifoot's contest ''Seasonal Acrostics''
Date : 30/09/2014
I’m still in the memories of the frost of twelve
I always think how amazing your ideas are
With your wonderful smile you can heal all my scars
You are my angle with angle eyes and those angle lips I love to kiss
I’ve never seen a liaison like this
A girl like me and a guy like you
The night of cold winter when you hugged me in the blanket so tight
It felt so complete and so right
I felt the warmth of your body and this beautiful relation
I wish to give you the same warmth the same affection
I looked at the hills intently from the balcony of our hotel room
I was seeing the plants and the shrubs bloom
That frizzy morning I got up early, scanning your face all over
Don’t ask me why? I have no answer
Baby, do you remember the night we walked through the dark place
I was holding your hand and in the dim moonlight I could see your face
Now the wintry memories will always stay with me at any pace
In collaboration with Poet Destroyer
CC My mind sometimes goes there, somewhere, nowhere,
amongst the shooting shining stars, floating like in a womb, yet not afraid,
free falling flakes, weightless – wondering why, where
from the highest branch I lost my grip gasping, grasping
and tumbling hopelessly DOWN AND DOWN DEEP… into the unknown
DOWN AND DOWN DEEP, I allowed myself to fall like a raindrop,
landing a little like winter, holding my breath, above the mountaintop,
a tremble brought about by the breeze, losing myself completely,
Wandering in welters of wasting words, Into the fire of all my torrid tears,
I slip into despair into the cold, a chilling fall, after LETTING GO…
LETTING GO was the hard part, the horrid heartbreak, it always will be.
We had climbed so high, so high we had to come down
and as we stumbled we slipped, we slid, slowly away from one another
because we had lost ourselves, our own identities.
My journey now must be to like -- LOVE MYSELF AGAIN.
LOVE MYSELF AGAIN, a never-ending task.
Holding on to what was and always will be a falling star.
Wishing, the wind would lift us up and put us back where we belong.
Sinking, dipping, dropping, and drowning with the sea,
A path I seek when I find myself losing grip of reality.
Tune of the nightingale
Lyricism illuminated as you lumbered,
it was in your locks beneath lamplight,
a lilting ambulation, a melody elongated.
With a veil of longing, filling
in the solitude of a bramble
a chill, snow fell. Flawless
I thought, I of the nightingale
listened to the melancholy loneliness
with a wistful smile, a soul’s duel.
Knowledge of my own inabilities
of love’s deliberations. Liberation
flew on philosophy, to be or not
or not echoed blindly in the flurry.
Recollections nestled in a swirling trail.
Waves wash up ,
Palms paper the sky ;
Indulging impossible bliss ,
Flakes fall freely
White Window displays wishing ,
grass greener on that side,
likewise, the flip side applies
Not natural? No never!
Wicked grins, warm weather;
I give up gloves gleefully ,
Scarves ,snow, seasonal
Wouldn't want it any other way;
Better ,basking , baking,
Sunglasses, slightly sun-kissed
Warm Winter Holidays