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hushed breaths draw ebbing tide,
soft virgin sands, un-walked and damp, shine.
A delicate filigree of silvery brine
brings an interlude where grief and beauty entwine,
gently swaying between now and then.
Thoughts of ‘remember when’
Scattered far and wide,
bygones shimmer in rock pools,
scents on breezes ride...
elusive remnants of love
under bitter-sweet moonlight.
There is a place where reveries reside,
ensconced in time between the lows and highs,
where troubles disappear in ocean’s sighs
and hopes return with happiness inside.
Where shades of blue, and rose hues coincide
to nurture promises of sweet reprise,
there is a place where reveries reside,
ensconced in time between the lows and highs.
A haven to reflect on love’s divide,
recall that smile, the twinkle of those eyes
with fondness, then let woven dreams arise
with threads of gilded memories to guide...
this is the place where reveries reside.
**For Jared Pickett's Trois Par Huit /Tanka/Rondel contest
the whole world is gray
clouds march with a dark intent
tides fall into the sky
perhaps morning will be blue
...and smell of lavender
Refuge lies in ripples
Her head rests
on white porcelain
Fragrant lavender recalls childhood
Memory rises with the mist
For Chris's contest ~
The kite nets the wind
Realing in clouds with its tail
I am just deadweight
Neither an anchor nor sail
Just a fish held by live bait
Loves call awaits me
Or perhaps it is knocking
What if I answer
Once opened finding no one
Only a wall between us
kiss of venus fly trap
suck the marrow from my bones,
encase my heart, secrete,
dissolve the myth of wings...
death be true to death
*love,death or truth may be the sanctuary
depending on the situation.
a downcast face
stares at the curlicues
he loves me petals
grow upon the flower
The cracks in my heart
can barely be seen by eye
only felt with words
and a reflection of pain
that you have also been through...
Lump of bitter dreams
In waking, tough to swallow
In sleep, liquid pools
to be tasted, drank silver,
only to metal harden.
Pit of hell feelings
With despair and inner pain
Mounting and growing
As sadness becomes my food
My only true sustenance