Sandra Adams Poet Free verse

Puddles of Regret

Sun is held hostage by a blanket of clouds,
reflecting an agitated addict's ashtray.
Birds depart from soaked naked branches,
as eyes seek refuge from the ugliness of change.

I peer beneath this umbrage pitched upon the ground
anticipating a palette of summer to simper back
yet all I see are stick figure shadows frolicking
as this bitter autumn wind encircles me

Symphonies of the sky continuously weep.
I watch petals float in puddles of regret,
so I reflect back to a summer of mon amour,
where Michelangelo hands sculptured my garden.

Reflecting back, delicate strokes within velvety folds
as fingers trace the edges of my heart's blossom
crimson drops slip silently between my hands
for even the beauty of a rose holds autumn's thorns

Secure from rustic debris that blow against windows,
5pm twilight, means no rekindling with my cherished sun.
My shortened days lash back through glares of street lamps
with frosty glass etchings chiseled by night's harsh breath.


A collaboration with Silent One

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Freddie Robinson Jr. October 28, 2019 at 12:17 PM Absolutely a polished diamond collab beauty. Brilliant ink from SO and you, Sandra. A joy to afternoon muse read. Pure poetry! Love and peace always. Sandra Adams October 28, 2019 at 12:44 PM Thank you so much Freddie. SO and I always seem in sync with collaborations :) hugs

Robert Lindley October 26, 2019 at 4:25 AM A blessing for me to find this jewel this morn. You and SilentOne have gifted us such a wonderful creation to read and enjoy! The depth, the beauty in the poetic expressions of the sad regret in life is right on the mark. Some of us have far too many regrets. A fav... Sandra Adams October 28, 2019 at 12:45 PM Thank you so much my friend. Hugs :)

Quoth Theraven October 22, 2019 at 12:00 PM Sandra, Your sunless skies still hold wonder for all in this glorious collaboration of Fall. Well done. Sandra Adams October 22, 2019 at 6:19 PM Thank you so much Richard ... S.O. And I were on the same page with this one for sure. :) hugs

Juliet Ligon October 21, 2019 at 5:25 PM This collaboration is beautiful, and I feel the same way about fall. I love the phrase "agitated addict's ashtray" and the fact that roses still hold on to their thorns. I will be back to check out more of your poems. Sandra Adams October 21, 2019 at 7:02 PM Thank you so much Juliet...i guess we all feel that way because fall is the death of all of summer's beauty and it brings the cold with it... :)

Vijay Pandit October 21, 2019 at 11:12 AM I was travelling last few days..hence couldn't read it all..or comment on Soup. Another gem from two gifted pens..some gloom in nature's retreat..so well expressed..excellent as always..kudos to you both Sandy and Silent One. Sandra Adams October 21, 2019 at 11:52 AM Thank you so much Vijay...i hope you had fun in your travels my friend :) hugs

Vladislav Raven October 21, 2019 at 10:26 AM Hi Sandra, this is such an excellent collaboration by you both. A true collaboration where two write as one, each giving the write its true wonder. In this free verse, you both use the full scope of the form. Two pens truly singing as one. A delight to the senses, a poem to be savoured, so many rich lines. Have a wonderful Monday. Hugs....Mike. XX. Sandra Adams October 21, 2019 at 10:49 AM Thank you so much Mike....what a wonderful compliment, our muses often seem on the same page :) hugs

Chris Green October 21, 2019 at 7:49 AM I know I have said it before, but you two are poetically perfect together. Your collaborations are always so seamless as if you live within each others minds. There is a definite closeness that is felt. Bravo to both of you. Sandra Adams October 21, 2019 at 10:48 AM Thank you so much Chris...i think we both have the ability to see the scene that was set up and feed our muses the thought process.... hugs :)

Arturo Michael October 21, 2019 at 5:39 AM "with frosty glass etchings chiseled by night's harsh breath." I like this Sandra Adams October 21, 2019 at 10:47 AM thank you so much Arturo :) hugs

Hello There October 20, 2019 at 11:49 PM Perfectly dreary, my friend, with touches of unseasonable heat... Excellent collaboration ~ beautifully written, each of you! Sandra Adams October 21, 2019 at 10:46 AM thank you so much my friend....hugs :)

Gershon Wolf October 20, 2019 at 5:06 PM Wonderful collaboration by two creative poets. You have created a poem ultra-rich in imagery. Dazzling! Warm wishes, Gershon Sandra Adams October 20, 2019 at 6:23 PM Thank you so much my friend...it was a fun write, our muses seemed to both agree about autumn so it was easy to pen :) hugs

John Hamilton October 20, 2019 at 2:11 PM Magnificent writing you two collaborate seamlessly, a metaphorical buffet graces each line. This has to be a fave! Sandra Adams October 20, 2019 at 2:14 PM wow thank you John...i am honored...our muses seem to be on the same page with the autumn season in thoughts... hugs :)

Anne-Lise Andresen October 20, 2019 at 12:33 PM - "I reflect back to a summer of mon amour, where Michelangelo hands sculptured my garden "... that's exactly what we miss ... when the fall comes with the cold death, Sandra and S.O. ... beautiful written :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :) Sandra Adams October 20, 2019 at 1:52 PM Thank you so much Anne-Lise...we do miss the beauty of flowers blossoming and the warmth of longer days... hugs :)

Bobby May October 20, 2019 at 12:04 PM WOW Sandra I only gave Silent One, one: Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious, you get two: Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious Sandra Adams October 20, 2019 at 12:11 PM Thank you Bobby :) he is fun to collaborate with, our muses often seem on the same page.... hugs

M. L. Kiser October 20, 2019 at 11:52 AM Just beautiful, tranquil; I love this, "where Michelangelo hands sculptured my garden." Well done. Sandra Adams October 20, 2019 at 12:11 PM Thank you so much ML...Silent One always has some unique imagery :) hugs

Silent One October 20, 2019 at 11:33 AM Once again a great pleasure to collaborate with you. Was nice to share our dislike for the fall..Especially when it is gloomy... Sandra Adams October 20, 2019 at 12:10 PM The honor once again was mine... thank you my friend...it is very gloomy here, different corners of the world but same weather... hopefully an indian summer comes soon! hugs :)

Frederic Parker October 20, 2019 at 11:26 AM Summer's death happens in robe colors of vibrant visions, Autumn's death reveals the cold naked reality of Winter's breath...you two poets work well together, your work is seamless Sandra Adams October 20, 2019 at 12:09 PM Thank you so much Frederic for your wonderful comment...I like collaborating with Silent One, our muses often seem on the same page of thoughts with autumn ... hugs :)

Judy Ball October 20, 2019 at 7:17 AM WoW! You both did a fantastic job here describing how any kind of addiction can take the joy out of just plain living. It starts out as just a fun experiment and then suddenly you're hooked. You need that drink or that pill to "take the edge off". You can't navigate unless you have a buzz going. It eats up your pay check, your relationships, your home and finally your very life. Great job here. Bravo. God Bless, JB Sandra Adams October 20, 2019 at 8:16 AM Thank you, glad to see this one can be taken many ways, always love when poetry lets the readers draw their own conclusions...you are right, addiction is self destruction, sadly often leading to death...as autumn also leads to death (of summer and the beauty within, making days shorter and nights last forever it seems) and stirs emotions... hugs