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Rhythmic Pulses

you came to me
again in a dream...

this rain tapping
against the windowsill 
echoed like footsteps
down lonely streets

the thunder rolling
through the hills
mimicked my heart
beating in anticipation 
as you reached for me
through the shadows
on dimly lit walls

i felt your hands
gently tracing
the edges
of my soul

your lips
softly pressing
against mine
silent whispers
of love spoken
without words

i reached for you
my hands slipping
through air
falling by my sides
empty again

the only thing
thrusting forward
in rhythmic pulses
is this clock
on the wall

the rain tapping
on the windowsill
echoes like footsteps
fading in the distance
as i lie awakened
alone again

your kiss
still lingering
on my lips

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Na Na Date: 12/22/2019 3:20:00 PM Congrats on your winning poem Sandra Login to Reply Sandra Adams Date: 12/22/2019 4:37:00 PM Thank you so much Greg :) hugs

Brenda Chiri Date: 12/22/2019 2:49:00 PM Sandy beautiful win my dear friend!;) congrats!;) Login to Reply Sandra Adams Date: 12/22/2019 4:36:00 PM Thank you so much.... hugs :)

Chris Green Date: 10/28/2019 7:08:00 AM Softly sensual and a dream that feels so real in the shadows of the night. I absolutely adore the scene you create in this, the longing, the emotions, the feeling of being kissed, being touched, being loved while sleeping. A beautiful piece of writing that leaves me breathless Login to Reply Sandra Adams Date: 10/28/2019 9:42:00 AM Thank you so very much my friend....dreams keep us living... hugs :)

Mahtab Bangalee Date: 10/28/2019 2:11:00 AM i felt your hands gently tracing the edges of my soul.../// o love in rhythmic pulses Login to Reply

Frederic Parker Date: 10/27/2019 5:26:00 PM only those who have known the deepest realms of passion know how real the image is that haunts the soul ... Login to Reply Sandra Adams Date: 10/27/2019 5:43:00 PM perhaps....thank you so much my friend.... hugs :)

Ann Foster Date: 10/27/2019 3:22:00 PM Romantic.. wow... loved it... Ann Login to Reply Sandra Adams Date: 10/27/2019 5:42:00 PM thank you so much Ann :) hugs

Anne-Lise Andresen Date: 10/27/2019 2:51:00 PM - It can be hard to imagine that this wonderful feeling you are experiencing can change ... let it grow, Sandra ... a romantic poem :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :) Login to Reply Sandra Adams Date: 10/27/2019 3:17:00 PM well thank you my friend, was just simple scribbles from the rainy night inspiration.... hugs :)

Beautiful Scars Date: 10/27/2019 1:54:00 PM sensual and deep- so much love felt and embraced. Lovely poem SS :)-luloo Login to Reply Sandra Adams Date: 10/27/2019 1:56:00 PM Thank you my beautiful friend...amazing what a little rain and a restless muse can do....hugs :)

John Hamilton Date: 10/27/2019 12:50:00 PM So nice Sandy, loved every word! Login to Reply Sandra Adams Date: 10/27/2019 12:53:00 PM Thank you John...it was that work boredom, late night, in the rain, walking in the dark, alone.... hugs :)

Andrea Dietrich Date: 10/27/2019 11:25:00 AM love it, love it, love it! Login to Reply Sandra Adams Date: 10/27/2019 12:27:00 PM Thank you so much my friend....my muse is more active then she has been in a long time.... hugs :)

Juliet Ligon Date: 10/27/2019 11:23:00 AM Your form fits well with the content. I love the taps and pulses. So romantic. Login to Reply Sandra Adams Date: 10/27/2019 12:26:00 PM Thank you so much Juliet....a late night inspiration :) hugs

Vijay Pandit Date: 10/27/2019 8:39:00 AM Saddened is the tone of your rhythmic pulses..reminiscing what was..one verse speaks to it all: the only thing thrusting forward in rhythmic pulses is this clock on the wall. Passion and feelings resonate in your poetry, as always, Sandy. Login to Reply Sandra Adams Date: 10/27/2019 12:25:00 PM Thank you so much Vijay...it was rainy last night, i worked a late night and was pretty wound up when i got home... the thoughts came so i went with it.... hugs my friend for always being so kind :) hugs

Eileen Manassian Date: 10/27/2019 5:39:00 AM I felt the pain of waking up from a beautiful dream through the lines of this poem. I especially liked the reference to the rhythmic thrust of the clock....well worded, indeed. Login to Reply Sandra Adams Date: 10/27/2019 5:54:00 AM Thank you so much Eileen I was hoping the clock thrusting was a good turning point :). Hugs

Regina Mcintosh Date: 10/27/2019 5:16:00 AM I dream about my first husband a lot... we were married for 23 years so it's easy to see why. Love your poem - Like Silent One said... it is haunting and I've felt this way so many times, too. Blessings and love, Gina Login to Reply Sandra Adams Date: 10/27/2019 5:52:00 AM Thank you Gina ... I guess we all have ghosts of dreams that haunt us from time to time. Hugs and blessings :).

Silent One Date: 10/27/2019 4:00:00 AM oh this is hauntingly romantic... there is a lover who always comes in my dreams... kisses me and then leaves.... sigh... my dead father also visits me in my dreams.... loved your poem... Login to Reply Sandra Adams Date: 10/27/2019 5:50:00 AM Sorry your father visits. My mom does too. Maybe the unsettled ones visit most ... eerie about the lover kissing and leaving ... thank you my friend. Hugs :)