Yesterday's heartaches fade away;
and yet, memories tend to stay.
Though love offers no guarantee,
it's the key to setting hearts free.
Clinging to unreconciled fears;
you blame fate for your years of tears.
And erect emotional walls;
discouraging love when it calls.
Your heart choreographs each move;
as if love has something to prove.
And as doubt denigrates your mood,
you get defensive and unglued.
When your chances drop to zero,
you react, the wounded hero.
Learn to give, as well as receive;
be true to truth; do not deceive.
Every day Time hits a home run
the sun choreographs her daily run
At night, comets and stars
dart around like gleaming race cars
~ Come the dawn, a new round of fun
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Lunch at Scheherazade's
Delicate drapes tattle on growing winds,
silk skirts a marbled artisan tiled floor,
sunlight choreographs shadowy halls,
crystals entertain self-possessed pupils.
Silk skirts a marbled artisan tiled floor,
mid-eastern carves o'er vivid mosaics,
crystals entertain self-possessed pupils,
mezze centerpieces a well-placed spread.
Mid-eastern carves o'er vivid mosaics,
sunlight choreographs shadowy halls,
mezze centerpieces a well-placed spread,
delicate drapes tattle on growing winds.
2021 February 18
*3rd Place*
Proud Pantoum Poetry Contest
~~Caren Krutsinger
Fire Dancer
Rising flames of crimson energy – inferno of fire and ice,
Choreographs her blazing steps – kindles bonfires of pirouettes
Fire bird not consumed by flames – incandescent luminosity.
5-30-20
Sponsor: Jenish Somadas
Contest: Let the Pens Flow - Sijo
When the rays of a small campfire ember
find its way to the depths of passion
sparking a heat so lustful it’s hard to remember-
A time we didn’t fuse, I lay.
As that ember dies in the moonlit sky
leaving shades of sweat upon the faintly
heard tussles of a trampled ground-
Hackneyed and abused, I stay.
For the fatigued water lays to salt
after the dew of a sunrise fog
choreographs beauty of love into our own-
We coalesce as one recused, I pray;
“Please don’t let go and I will fill the muddles
of darkness with magical flowing beams
through zealous tears that absorb the clouds
with hues of reverence both dull and bright”-
And simply refuse to breakaway.
Entangled in reality;
you're trapped in depression's web.
And sometimes, you feel overwhelmed
as your emotions flow and ebb.
Buried within myths and clichés;
the secret of happiness lies.
And the tides of hope rise each day,
only to fall within your eyes.
Time choreographs the setting;
and a bleeding sun dies for you.
And blind-sided by your beauty;
it's easy to believe it's true.
Frustration and disappointment
reduce fantasies to a tease.
And your heart seeks sanctuary;
from a lifetime filled with unease.
Wasted years and corrosive tears
levy an extravagant toll.
But you pursue undying love;
searching every heart for a soul.
You are leery of all the lies
doggedly disguised as the truth.
And yet, like a breeze rustling leaves,
desire stirs the passions of youth.