In twilight’s hush,
a postman placed a violet envelope in my hands—
grape-purple, whispering of royal secrets,
its seal a shimmer of hidden magic.
I broke it open with trembling care;
a white page gleamed inside,
its words in purple ink,
a script beyond my understanding.
Yet meaning rose like starlight:
a princess revealed in the grace of her hand,
longing for my warmth,
her message wavering between silence and desire.
But what use is a summons,
if the words are swallowed whole,
devoured by the very skin of paper
that carried them to me?
Do princesses ever love peasants?
Do they scatter love in indecipherable riddles?
Do they bind longing in codes none can break?
And yet, the envelope whispered my name and address.
To be longed for,
Oh, to be wanted.
To be craved, to be needed,
To be the answer before the question is breathed.
To be compulsory,
To be everything you've ever asked for.
To fill your heart, to be enough.
Loving but never loved,
Giving but never given.
To be the sun, yet chased by the moon,
To be the tide, yet never the shore.
To whisper love into empty echoes,
To pour and pour—till there's nothing more.
To trace your name on fogged-up glass,
Only to watch it disappear too fast.
To reach for hands that slip like shadows,
To speak of love no one can hear .
To be the warmth in a world that stays cold,
To write a love letter no one will hold.
To be a melody hummed but never sung,
To taste forever on someone else’s tongue.
To bloom in the dark, unseen, unsought,
A ghost of a dream, a love forgot.
spring
windows
fresh air
welcome calm
serene breeze
long deep breath
one with nature
from its slumber
somewhat drowsy
the surge of life
rejuvenated
suddenly she wakes
her colours blossom
releasing perfumes
bursts and overflows
I watch from my window
and take in the sweet rays
the sun’s golden glitter
like magic faerie dust
enchants and transforms all
works its charm on my heart
AP: 2nd place 2022, Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted on October 22, 2022 for contest PAINTING PROMPTED POETRY sponsored by LISA YY - RANKED 2ND
I longed for a sky today, bright and pleasant, sparkling after a rainy day
I longed for daybreak with a gusty wind, with a lot to follow today.
I touched the drops of rain that keep on pouring in my dream
Those droplets reached the dry soil, and I sensed their tremendous whim.
I longed for a rose-scented envelope, with a letter inside that has a lot to say
Telling me of more rain to come, wiping all those tears of a fearful sky in dismay.
I folded the sky, to calm her down, before getting too loud or noisy
Listen, pretty sky! Listen to me! You need to see a lot, my little daisy!
I imagine now; little footsteps will knock at the doorway soon
Happy and tired faces with a long story of a day, with a blessing and boon.
I could tell you a thousand of those dreams, with a thousand to come
With new rain of hope and aspiration that startles, but stays for none.
I longed for love—love pure like driven snow,
untouched and virgin—in the years to come:
but years did come and go until (O woe!)
it, like the fall, decayed in my autumn.
Heartbroken, never I a princess met
or maiden girl with whom to spend long nights
of ardent love. (Alas! best to forget
my heart's too foolish hopes of its delights.)
Unstained by sin, naïve and innocent;
unspoil'd by life and vice in the very least:
I cast'd aside my youth's prurient bent,
forswore my loins' lusts and was my own priest!
Now aged and useless, I've denied all love;
thus life's reproach abides and won't approve.
A damsel longed for a knight
a man to fight to fight for her causes
with whom she could love and unite
To be with for eternity
to kiss him under the arches
a damsel longed for a knight
A fine brave warrior to fight
protect her from evil witches
with whom she could love and unite
Dance a few reels with tonight
wearing a dress with fine brooches
a damsel longed for a knight
A knight to help her feel safer
a man who would spare her farces
with whom she could love and unite
At last she met her shining knight
together alone she blushes
a damsel longed for a knight
with whom she could love and unite
While
I wait
here alone
feeling helpless,
the emptiness in
my heart aches to be close
to you and really feel your
loving arms around me and that
warm embrace I crave every night as
I wait here alone patiently and still.
I looked in my mailbox,
In hope that I would see
A friendly sort of letter
Written all for me.
The mailbox was full,
But to my sad dismay
It contained bills and magazines;
And nothing came my way.
I looked for a week,
And sadder I became
Everyday in the mailbox;
Nothing held my name.
Finally, I stopped looking,
It wasn't meant to be;
I didn't search the mailbox
And there was something there for me.
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