I am the fall leaf that spins on the branch. The autumn flower bowing to winter's gaze. I am the last bird to chase the fleet foot sun. The final cut of skeptical, loon grass.
You are the silent shriek of winter's gasp, The tease of time's cryptic temper. You are the promise of menagerie green. The progenitor of silver scent melts.
We are the bridge of blended suns rising.
The continuance made possible.
We are wakers and sleepers of the in-between. The silent clip of the small hand turning.
Welcome to the newborn summer
I write
in the aftermath
of loss
Of choosing breath
even when
the world feels emptied
of meaning.
Of choosing direction
even when the map
has been burned.
Of choosing life
even when love
is no longer
held in form.
The day ends
forgetting where it started.
One hour sponges a moving face
you had hung on the wall
thinking to mark a passing,
but there is no passing
only the begun again.
A tiny speck floats between us,
your eyes flicker over it
tracing its erratic passage.
My features are wiped away
as your mind follows your eyes.
Only another distraction
can bring us back together
into the same space.
Perpetual beginnings
avoid uncertain endings.
The day ends
forgetting where it started.
One hour wipes a moving face
you had hung on the wall
thinking to mark a passing,
but there is no passing
only the begun again.
A tiny speck floating between us.
Your eyes flicker over it
tracing its erratic passage.
My features are wiped away
as your mind follows your eyes.
Only another distraction
can bring us back together
into the same space.
Abandoned footprints pressed
into the earth between night and day
Muddy shoes, empty, discarded,
their throats wide open,
mouths mutely appealing,
caught in the act
of escaping both dark and light.
Here, where elderly men sip tea with
the loud ticking of a communal clock,
unshod feet shuffle in white cotton.
Their thoughts begin and end
in the gaps between their words.
Perpetual twilight stirs the milk
in dimming eyes.
Exasperated attendants hunt
for lost shoes,
while the old men
play an invisible game of chess
with specks of awareness
caught as they are
between somnambulant journeys.
Image of Free Heart And Love by Pixabay.
Continuance
Climbing waves crept ashore and stole our footsteps
yet prints went aslant, surrendered none to our
unbroken hearts in bottled notes cast adrift
~~boundless praised afar
Country road, a bit bumpy, grassy, pressed ground
yet spontaneous passion stays eternal
matching close limitless decorative spread
~~tough and tamed amour
Curtains flounce in the wake of teasing zephyrs
yet our infinite spirits perpetuates
as the energies overwhelm and control
~~our love is endless
Chaotic episodes choke in riddled voids
worthless babble festers o'er empty pages
yet unsung strength fills the bottomless inkwell
~~unwavering writes
Coins flick to the bottom of a wishing well
ere sparkles, hopes hang on first in the night sky
candles on cakes, wishbone breaks, touch blue come true,
~~us everlasting
2021 June 04
*1st Place*
All Yours (June 14)
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2021 June 13
*2nd Place*
Writing Prompt - Endless
~~Constance La France: Judged 2021 June 13
To create awareness in the moment of now,
inspired in continuance establishes the flow.
The wish to bring into manifestation,
the grow of new aware confined distillation.
The alchemy of sublimation into union,
chemical wedding and spiritual human.
United and fused together to create new energy,
transcendence between worlds memory.
Surrendering love and state of bliss,
heart perceptions most gentle kiss.
Sacred sensuality slows eternal presence,
melting time by love making essence.
Lasting experience of loving descending,
in continuous energy circulating.
That oneness of it all felt in every cell,
touching realms of guiding spirits bell.
Perceptions outside space and time,
the inside out light of frame.
Sparks from above in echo with the below,
as one receives all blessings, one need to sow.
I’ve seen them: humungous stumps of once gigantic trees
that made a forest sacred-
knowing it was men that lopped off such magnificence
Stealers of beauty and promise:
these amputations leave their scars
on the convolutions of mankind’s
collective brain
Where, if I could
I would venture back in dreams to stay the axe
Let nature take her time with this living, biggest, hugest.
Into forever let these branches spread their prettiness
Let generations stand in awe at their continuance.
Suzanne Delaney
loving arms await
his smile caress her senses
no time to look back
there is always tomorrow
all that matter is today
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Will it ever end?
Will ways converge and begin to mend
Will the closeness that once was
Ever be again?
With truths remain untold
And will fears continue to go unchallenged
Will ill placed unnecessary guards stand?
While that which is strong and innocence
Become not so?
Will one and one ever make two?
Will the hand that has been over extend
Ever retract intertwined?
Will this and so much more go on
While everything else wanes away?
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