Rendezvous Poems

Tomcat's invitation

Meet me I'll be waiting
Rendezvous at Black Cat Cafe in Paris
~ I'll wear my red beret



Wordku: 5-7-5 words

AP: Honorable Mention  2025

A Sunday Rendezvous

On a quiet Sunday,
when the world hums softly,
I find myself tangled in thoughts,
the weight of yesterday's shadows pressing down,
and light filtering through the curtains
feels foreign against my heavy heart.

I sit on the edge of our bed,
watching you breathe,
wondering...
can we fall in love again?
Can we piece together this beautiful mess,
woven with laughter and echoes in every corner?

You've witnessed the darkness
that wraps around my mind,
the days lost in fog,
the nights of silent tears,
and I wonder if you still see me;
the girl who danced with dreams
before the world stole my grace.

Can we traverse this landscape,
rediscovering joy in the mundane?
Let's wander through our memories,
revisit moments when love felt effortless,
and laugh at our stumbles,
lost in the rhythm of our hearts.

So here I am,
vulnerable and bare,
asking softly... 
can we fall in love again?
Can we weave a tapestry that embraces
the complexities of who we are?

Let's take it slow,
allow this Sunday light to nurture us,
and as we navigate this journey,
I hold onto hope 
that love can rise again,
resilient as dawn breaking after a long night.

The Rendezvous

Cold and running out of light,
a winter's afternoon seems 
to gather the last few things 
to put on view -
clouds hurrying across the sky
with shapes that suggest a face 
or a butterfly
and hanging just above
the rooftops, the pale outline
of a daylight moon.

And the mood 
of a late afternoon settles here too
in the long shadows cast
by words across a page
through which the mind
passes, seeking out something 
to attach to, the glow 
of its own moon,
a flickering memory looking
for a breath
and ahead, lodged somewhere 
in the coming dark, a small,
indistinct blur, closing in
towards a rendezvous.

rendezvous

Rendezvous 

The youngish woman sitting near the window
in the train, looks pale and too slim
Stroking her throat, I think she has tuberculosis
on her  way to the sanatorium 
"The Camelia dame"?
Her lover will sit beside her as she coughs blood
into a silk handkerchief and whisper words of love
As the train slows down, she looks into her hand
mirror, apply lipstick and rouge, and pick up her bag
She looks beautiful 
The woman cast me a look, I nodded my head in
approval, every journey begins with a dream

Missed Rendezvous Haikus

A Cruel Twist of Fate

Silent rendezvous
Destiny’s cruel twist of fate
Lost chance forever


Love’s Chance

Whispered in the breeze
Meeting place but I’m alone
Love’s chance slips away


Empty Bench

Time slips through my hands
Empty bench—where did you go?
Heartache lingers on

*I wrote this poem on January 7, 2024, as part of a ’30 days of poetry’ January challenge. This was day 7 and the prompt was: Write a haiku about a missed rendezvous.  I challenged myself further by writing three of them.

Rendezvous

Her 
prince
waited
by the sea
to etch her portrait
in powdery sands beside him
before nocturnal waves danced in sheer moonlight kisses;
Alas, too late in rendezvous, she captured his evanescent silhouette no more.

Sunlit Curls In Rendezvous

in morning light 
sunlit curls in rendezvous 
with the wind 

13 October 2023

Sweet Rendezvous

Orchard of rosy apples, ripe and sweet,
gleaming radiance in picturesque fields.
trees weighed down in the bounty treat,
gifts wrapped in love, reckoning yields
squashy white flesh in crimson shields.

cute plump cheeks, clustered ruby balls.
Who painted them red? brimming galore
in shadow of summer, an autumn befalls.
Bushels and cartons teeming to the store,
the golden and green, delicious ever more.

Joy plucked and picked in scarlet glitter,
wind, frost and rain tempered all through.
enchanting aroma of cinnamon in butter
with baskets of apples, it's picnic, Yahoo!
Solace of a sanctuary, sweet rendezvous.

Roused For Our Rendezvous

To go as promptly
As longing can.
Two sparked feeling-forms.
A lightning storm's!

Held back, no more, in
Waiting for it.
Fear, overcautious
To be nauseous.

Frustrates, does ever
And heart and soul
The real self; of Love
Sanctified above.

A Rendezvous of Memories

The past was filled with so much joy,
Like it was just the two of us, oh boy.
Where there seemed to be no end to our affection and fun,
Our story seemed to have just begun.

But unexpectedly, we drifted apart,
Hoping that the past could restart.
Even so, you're still my favorite memory,
So I'll wait for you at our rendezvous, patiently.

I can't settle for just memories of us,
I can't bear to see you with someone else, it's a fuss.
So let's try to fix this, let's make it right,
I don't want our story to fade into the night.

Wipe away the tears that fall from our eyes,
Forget the wounds inflicted by others' lies.
Come, let's start a new chapter, you and me,
But this time, nothing will hinder, nothing will be.

Because I can't bear to be away from you,
To see you find happiness with someone new.
Let's discuss this between just the two of us,
Hoping against chaos, still holding onto trust.

For you are the constant scream of my heart,
When will I feel your embrace, a new start?
I long for you, oh how I yearn,
Your name is the only thing my heart will forever churn.

Rendezvous'

Rendezvous'

If the callous fingers of stolid silence could but stir me 
To rise with the bright radiant ever-changing flight of moon
And await new birth of sea fairies dancing to Neptune's wake
Wherein the majestic blue sea cries out mightily to flee.

Robert J. Lindley. April 2nd 1971
Quatrain

Rendezvous

Marianne said
pointing to the moon
“The sun doesn’t smile brightly”
“grimacing” “depressed”
rolled up curtains
mother’s gaze looking down
at her daughter beckoning
in front of a window with
16 small windows
the footprints of the night
were drawing a map of love
she walks over it.

Morning, early morning, hungry morning
putting cheap bread in the toaster
going back and forth forgot
as the house filled with
smoke and smell the bell rang
opened the windows, ventilated
I sat down on the dining table chair
my eyes caught the machine
burnt bread
let’s pressed the button
was broken bread popping out
Shouted, “It is love.”

Two eggs were removed
from the refrigerator
and dropped into
a heated frying pan
even though, already dead,
                      writhed with heat
I was startled
when that voice popped up
reached my arm skin
they become one to make a heart
and I ate fried egg
with a glass of grape juice.

The Rendezvous

What plot is this, what dark and muffled muttering,
so sinister and secret in the morning fog ?
What evil beings are these black cloaks covering,
so earnest and impassioned seems their dialogue ?
How cruel and misjudging to suspect them thus.
Huddled against the chill, they’re waiting for their bus !

A Strange Kind of Rendezvous

Try as I might
I cannot entirely be human.
The light behind my eyes will not let me;
not sure what kind of being you are also.

This place we circle around,
this field of dark moons we circle
it's not a home, not even a dream
of a home.

We orbit each other
as if we were an unknown species;
maybe dangerous
maybe an atomic cloud of love or hate
maybe me?

I think our minds could kiss passionately,
but then
could we pull away
or would we be locked into an alien reality
forever?

The Village Rendezvous

Hey Miss!
The chandelier of my heart,
I'm seated by the riverside,
Come let's have fun,
Like the days of our childhood,

I've the berries from my orchard,
Will pick one after the other,
Watching the sinking crimson sun,
Beautifying the horizon,

Enjoying the cold breeze,
Warm water slapping our legs,
Let's watch the dragon flies,
Flying in and out of the reeds,

I'll improvise a harpoon,
I'll teach you how to fish,
I know your love for fish,
I yearn to see you my maiden.

Tha Formidable Cheru.
#themonk.

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