Can you put the past
behind you
is there nothing left
to learn
Can you look toward
the future
your dreams no longer
spurned
Can you ask that
final question
that unanswered
sets you free
Can you step inside
the moment
to be or not
— to be
(The New Room: July, 2024)
Categories:
barding, time,
Form: Rhyme
Sweltering warmth, the sweat on her brow, bare feet, summer’s eve
Writing novels, living romances, the aromatic honeysuckle sways
Torrid senses baking, the rays of sun, beaming on damp flesh
On the gentile porch, Southern columns, historic moments
Gentlemen whose ladies dawned petticoats in late May
Brunette curly tendrils fell on rosy cheeks, is dreamy
Imagining a romantic encounter, that hot afternoon
Dashing Captain Henry, caused his way, riding
Offering the lady, his rearing steed, accepted
Riding through tall grass, hidden, no sight
Lying, lusting, allowing warm seduction
Arousing passions, barding novels
Noetic the frivolous few hours
Being adored by captains
Sensual summers days
My Henry who equals
Guiltless fantasy
Perfected man
No blushing
Initiating
poetry
and
I
©2016 Bonnie Jennings. All Rights Reserved
Categories:
barding, metaphor, romance,
Form: Free verse