As raindrops drip from Hostas' long blossoms
The gentle breeze lightly its stem kisses
The clouds gather to give us rain, awesome
Moisture, on these thoughts, my mind reminisces
Lavender blooms show oregano's beauty
Harmonizing Mexican Petunia's shade
Flamboyant color purple dancing cutie
Artistic colorful scene seen in their glade
Spring and summer with colors that delight
Beauty comes to an end; fall offers its own
Pomegranate's red skin, fruit, chaotic bite
Harvest of apples, winter squash, pumpkins grown
Reveal to me, each stage has beauties' offering
Love each stage with joyful praise, life altering
finis'
Owl reminisces her days of being a human
Looks longingly at mother holding her child close
Remembering the feeling of that warmth
Recalling the love from her children
The moon has brought back her memories
Something lost in the daytime during sleep
She takes another forever after peek through the window
Hoping to regain her humanness in her next lifetime
Thoughts playing… these reminisces.
Remembering when we were young.
A meal with a bottle where candlelight softens.
The times in the days we’d found love.
So many memories. We know where our truth is. The years changed almost everything except for our love.
We live for each other.
We love one another no matter what clouds cover the sun.
These reminisces, the tears and the kisses. Photos of people we were.
History won’t know us because we chose love that would own us and we bowed down in front of that blade.
The time that I’ve known you is the time I have loved you and I’ll love you forever and a day.
Words shroud my memory
Of late spring that we broke
The glasses of wine
With beauty so bespoke
Words shroud my memory
Of the time we last met
The benign soul
The beat within...
Words shroud my memory
Of love that remains
Lost in ponder
A vacuum it creates
Words shroud my memory
The last moment we met
The capering towers
Of a heart deep within
Words shroud my memory
For the eternal love we share
I stare at you
As life sways away
I flounder in resonance
To keep your thoughts alive
Knowing someday
I will plunder my soul
To keep yours alive...
My words shroud my memory ...
Memories of then wrapped up in a thought,
Tucked away in her mind,
Memories of music and dancing and laughs,
Tattooed to her mental inside,
And she quietly sits alone and in peace,
Re-watching in clear black and white,
Enjoying the moments that made up her life,
The moments of each day and each night,
Because they’re all that she has, there is nothing else,
Her life’s become stagnant and grey,
Gone are the people who danced by her side,
The laughs have all faded away,
Now she looks through the window at the cold that’s outside,
The cold that comes to her door,
Enjoying the memories of love in her heart,
Before her ship sails out from the shore.
There was poetry in her deliverance
as she was swathed by butterflies,
whilst cosmoses glinted 'tween
tranquil transcendency furthermost
harmoniously fluttered reminisces
like a flower gently unfolding,
flourishing a deeper kinda nectar
Cognac & Brandy recollections,
sublime warmth 'tween
smoky exhaled vapors,
wisps of Madagascar aromatics
& blazes of Autumn firesides
amidst a French Château fantasy,
dipped in honeysuckle reminisces
of cardamom spice and the pungent
zest of once upon twilit legends
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