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Details | Verse | |

A WINTER SECRET: Confessions of a woman blessed with true love -for Mix It Up contest

A WINTER  SECRET: Confessions of a woman blessed with true love .(for Mix It Up  contest)
                                         
                                          frost shields the window
                                       deepening the sleep within --
                                                  soft snores

  The winter chill cut deep. An eerie frosty silence loomed all over white stillness. Glad, my heart was the only thing that was on fire .But it had been so since the advent of that winter. True, funny too, I had met him only a couple of times and spoke to him just once. Then, our eyes had held each other’s in rapturous oblivion of the commotion around us .My heart began its tremble at the very thought .I was deeply intrigued at the throb, but I let it stay. It was a sweet tantalizing torment  .I disguised all that girly cravings in a sophisticated smile and appeared composed. All the while the feminine faculty raced frantically within the psyche to sort an answer for my mammoth attraction and hazed feelings… can it be love? I pulled on my mauve suede jacket and ankle high boots , let myself out for a tranquil pace of contemplation free from the ribbing of reality. Shamelessly banal, I began. Was it his sleek movements, or his deep tawny eyes, or his frank demeanor, or his graceful hands? I was panting. I stopped there .I entered a café for a warm recluse. As I waited for my cafe -latte at a corner table, I was drawn into a penetrating set of eyes, caught quite off-guard. He approached me and with that throaty chuckle and sincere plea, he asked me out for a walk. [Crazy? I thought to myself when I saw the  soft drizzle outside].

    We walked along the slippery side lanes .Heavy lidded and glazed, my eyes picked beauty in abundance .Everywhere .My hands deep in pockets and chin held up, I gave a good pretense. To  look calm. But my nerves were crackling in excitement. Winter winds were harsh .He took me home. Astonishing ,I found myself talking to him with an astounding ease.Waves of warm love exuded and all I longed for was to be in his arms. But I sat there with  a put on stoic diplomacy. Tapestries were classy and beautiful, I noted. And that was all .Vision blurred and wild honey flowed... I felt a warm homecoming in his arms, as natural as a flower blooming under tender moonlight....

                                                  
                                                   the moon shines
                                                 on two sated lovers -- 
                                                    cell -phone rings
                                                 



Mehnaz,
30.01.2013.

For Debbie 's Mix It Up Contest.


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

SUMMER:WINTER

For the seasons bring thoughts to my young mind, 
The reaction to each accordingly, 
Your thought brings one season in mind to find, 
I smile, but then I cry, suprisingly. 

The summer, one season so intense, 
Emotions rush when I hear your sweet voice, 
Sometimes the thought does not make any sense, 
But having you to hold is the best choice. 

Even so, it's not the same when you're gone, 
Winter creeps in my mind like the darkness. 
The coldness I get when am all alone, 
I can't be without you, I must confess. 

My love, knight in shining armor, my king; 
I wake up everyday, glad to be your queen.


Details | Free verse | |

A moment in catagorical time

It's a cool  mesure of life blood low
keeping the venous vacant return and arterial alert
               compressive but maniacal
down   deep fried effervesence continued a bliss
smooth blow horn alive high frequency antedote
fever pitch a b--i-- t==...c,,,h  mellow deed digestive
cornerstone just picked, not canned cloud
billows apiece with networks intact
sublime charged unpatterened--to gut cord
noose cadence couffiures---who needs to look
when you can heartfeel the resonance trueblue
mild like casket breaths mishapen to formless 
'guises compact summer stated summer not
he--ightened proseless panarama to stiffle
the mistermasters time corrided but indelibly
remembered and "coited to us"---like
creature interruptus. Follow the ill laid scheme
and bottleneck every word line graph to a sinomeasure
rhyme myth only time will tell tribute
pour the mind from the soul fill the void with the
gush of private reserve subvintage--but held
crime captive via socioprocastination of free, non taxable
no interest due, no penalty for "early withdrawal" 
purely personal, single minded, "brand H-one
owner single sibiling thought jester cannibal
yum yum eat'em up eat'em up.


Details | Rubaiyat | |

For the Love of Winter

And I can smell the windswept pine
Warmly holding hands, yours in mine
We move against the coming night
Our aching bodies drawing the line

Through the snow we lightly play
Laughing madly, in love we stay
Back to our cabin of logs and love
As the sun dwindles to a single ray

Bathed in firelight, glistened in sweat
We roll and writhe and love and yet
We two stripped and licked by flame
Fuelled by amore and desirous inset

These presents we give each our hearts
Bound together we lay upon fiery hearth
As winters coat enwraps this self bounty
We shall never be alone or torn apart


Details | Light Poetry | |

WINTER FIREPLACE

its time
for class of wine
and get stern
while the fire burn
get close
and lover frim
we have  taste
we like the
WINTER
FIREPLACE


Details | Free verse | |

Winter

Winter is so long 
So cold
So very lonely 

Oaks winter undressed limbs
Stretch into the bone chilling darkness
Seeking as if to be clothed

She is the embodiment of my sorrow
The bleakness of my empty heart
Like Oak I too am barren 

Under this moonlit night
Oaks silent limbs silhouette like a widow in black lace 
Entwined in the grey mist rising from the lake 

It looks like a backdrop for a spooky movie set
I almost expect the lone ominous black cape-hooded rider
To emerge through the haze with its scythe 

It was near here we often sat - in the sunshine 
Throwing bread crumbs to the ducks
We laughed and kissed under Oaks green canopy 

Serenaded by bird song
We were the embodiment of oneness 
Words couldn’t express
We just knew words were not necessary

We fulfilled each other
There was no want
No need
Except - to continue 

We embraced the setting sun knowing 
The sun rose everyday-

But now
Just an eerie silent grey mist rising 
A stark reminder
Of the absence of your sunshine 
Your warmth- your comfort

I wait solemnly- 
Longing for spring-
For summer-

© Brenda V Northeast  20th of July
rewrite 20th Jan. 2012