rarely
a pearl
rolls onto
the shores
of your life
timing must be just right
cadence and tide
humble downward glance
onto the wet sand
where it all began
despite the temptation
to keep it locked away -safe
never take a pearl home
beauty is only borrowed
never owned..
but if you must
roll it ever so gently between
tenderness- lust
just remember
its heat belongs to no one
and if held for to long
it quickly becomes
just another cold
lusterless stone
when you're through
gently give it back to the tide
pray it regains its salt and
the elusive sheen of life
"regaining life"
yesterday I whispered secrets to the sea
tossing expressions of many concerns
today the far and wide answers back
it utters hold the thought as it remains the keeper
the keeper of all hopes and dreams
now as I hear the rolling voice of tides
such winds tell never forget yesterday
recall what held mind or body in such a place
for the tides will shift to tomorrow
tomorrow's fresh start of regaining life
the far and wide has spoken loud and clear
revealing darkness has past and light is here
-- SkyWatcher --
01-11-20
thoughts
wrap me
in warmth
this wind
tries
to break
them free
On this night, bleak reminisces grip
My heart and on my pores…these sorrows bring,
Pained deceit--- lies hiding a false worship
Of affection that plays me like a string
As he wanders on, trysts beneath June’s rain--
That I , naïve, yearn for musk’s charm again
For this quest dares my ego oh how vain --
A woman enmeshed in barbs of summer- fire
Believing kisses could enchant moon’s lyre,
While thrilled zest quickens sweet passion’s desire :
Yet, I’m not the one and only… woes rip
These bleeding veins, the laughter that can’t sing…
Firmly, self- esteem hoists to regain
His amends nulled ~ lifting my worth…higher.
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Posted 12/2/2018
Fragmented Rhyme--November 2018 Writing Challenge
Sponsor: Dear Heart
You took my gift
to feed your habit
If only in solitude
I wish it was given
.
Addiction too strong
your blinded by it's wrong.
So I stay hollow, gift less
and palms full of empty.
Heavy is your load
you carry your purchase
a transaction you stole to make
From... my pockets, my purse, my mind
no peace
Your sticky fingers constantly rob me.
I am left nothing
Questions cloud the room
in it I hide
Up and down this roller coaster
"please let me off this ride".
Dark, gloomy, sad
walls of bricks
Inside are no treats
Inside only tricks
I close my eyes
I began to pray
Grown up I am free
to right the wrong of previous day.
Addictions stop
here my gifts over flow
now the habit, bad habit
BLOWS AWAY.....from STARVATION!!!