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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

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!;)

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

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

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 ...

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

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 :)

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 :)

Lu Loo

Date: 10/27/2019 1:54:00 PM

sensual and deep- so much love felt and embraced. Lovely poem SS :)-luloo

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!

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!

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.

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.

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.

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

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...

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 :)