wild winds start to sigh
dancing leaves in hurried swirl
nature's ballet grand
golden leaves descend
whispering secrets to earth
a gentle farewell
sunlight, softer now
paints the world in amber hues
nature's final blush
geese fly overhead
a journey to distant lands
their calls mount to sky
pumpkins in the field
waiting for joyful harvest
sweetness from the soil
apples ripe and sweet
juice drips down the eager chin
taste of autumn's joy
longer shadows creep
as the day begins to wane
peace rests in the soul
scent of wood smoke drifts
carried on the crisping air
old memories stirred
misty mornings rise
veils of white across the land
quiet beauty seen
crisp air fills the lungs
a cleansing breath for the soul
preludes winter`s hold.
early morning dew
fresh linen mixed with cotton
mingled with nights sex
Contest Name: Illusion of solidity
Line of inquiry:
The dream seems real since we don a form,
borrowed from elements of that domain,
but if we simply chose not to conform,
we wake up when desires to rest are lain.
Illusion of solidity
Once I saw you waiting, seated there for me,
And every day our silent love grew quietly.
Your scent stayed with my soul in every part,
You circled me like moon around earth’s heart.
Spring bloomed inside my autumn garden’s air,
And grief’s deep wound turned soft to healing care.
You were my healer and my love combined,
Joy fell like honey, sweet and undefined.
Then sorrow cut like glass with edges thin,
And showed the cracks I tried to hide within.
The dream seems real since we don a form,
borrowed from elements of that domain,
but if we simply chose not to conform,
we wake up when desires to rest are lain.
Now time has turned, the dream has slipped away,
You live in photographs and faded day.
I’m left alone, with smoke where fire used to be,
Chasing solid love that was never meant for me.
our heart just knows because it flows
repaying debts of love it owes
without any computation
exuding fragrance of a rose
poised in the void of cessation
love and light our meditation
each breath we embrace and release
in mood and mode celebration
bliss pheromones follow the breeze
enlivening with carefree ease
breaking through each ego built wall
causing frigid hearts to unfreeze
even in darkness we stand tall
because who we are we recall
beyond space and time at the source
as the flame that births love’s bliss squall
Revived by the petrichor
Of tender morning rain.
As sunrise warms the garden floor
The scent of life reigns.
A fallen leaf still breathes of summer rain,
Its amber veins hold whispers of the plain;
A candle’s hush warms corners of the night,
While shadows cradle fragments of lost light;
And when our footsteps vanish into dew,
The earth still hums with traces left by you.
golden sun climbs high
longest day kiss the warm earth~
sweet scent mounts to sky
hills carpeted green
eager leaves drink summer light~
nature`s gift unseen
bees buzz all around
a rhythm of lazy heat~
time seems to slow down
birds` songs fill the air
sparrows hop from branch to branch~
sun`s wrath to beware
berry tastes so sweet
rays of sun, intense and bright~
ice-cream, such a treat
day`s orb sinks to rest
colours bleed across the sky~
mix of hues at best
dance of green fireflies
tiny sparks in twilight's gown~
a charm to the eyes
warm air holds its way
crickets start their nightly song~
hearts feel light and gay
silver moon shines high
sparkling stars in firmament~
darkness fades with sigh
the northern star gleams
guiding wise sailors at sea~
half the world in dreams
feasters quit their rooms
bonfires burn into the night~
flower crowns in blooms
the world feels soft grace
a moment held in its prime~
midsummer's embrace.
The scent of the sea cannot be kept,
it’s designed to burst and to be free.
With this sudden awareness I wept.
Waves with intensity quickly snapped,
ocean spray coated my face with glee.
The scent of the sea cannot be kept.
Try for a bottle fate won’t be trapped,
you can’t stop what comes naturally.
With this sudden awareness I wept.
It’s something I know I must accept,
salt lingers in my thoughts heavily.
The scent of the sea cannot be kept.
Tendrils tickled me as a breeze crept
guiding my spirit where it should be.
With this sudden awareness I wept.
Unable to change where I stepped,
I ran off but was caught hastily.
The scent of the sea cannot be kept,
with this sudden awareness I wept.
Simplicity is how to be
life without electricity
No mobile phone no tee Vee
sight of nature that's all to see
the sound of joy that's all to hear
live with love overcome all fear
emotions time to shed a tear
life exhilarating so much to cheer
Aromas of flowers all abound
Bees are humming on stamens found
Scent of rain arising from the ground
Olfactory senses react to all that's 'round
Find the key to retain youth
Simplicity it is forsooth
In the heart just feel the truth
Today simplicity it is seclouth
The cliff juts high, it towers over water
Its head is dyed with silver-green and orange grass
I got the camera eye of watching walker
To reach the future that next second turns to past
I like to see the strangers who can’t see me
I sniff the scent of lavender and clover
I’m envying the trees and bumblebees
That buzz around, and when the walk is over
I switch to you, to see your smile again
To hear your words, if you may share some news
But fortunately, everything’s the same
As yesterday, and all those days we used..
Mingling of cologne coffee and cigarettes create a sensual scent on my man
soft winds gently sigh
whispering tales of new life~
sweet scent spreads to sky.
petals unfurl wide
daffodils greet the warm sun~
a gentle, soft ride.
roses bloom in air,
jasmine ascends with slow pace~
nature's tender grace.
a world reborn bright
drinking blossoms with delight~
chasing winter's sight.
A mixed aroma of cigarette smoke and cologne a comforting scent
Sunshine is not hiding in today’s rain but hanging yellow ribbon slices that while anemic,
are proud and scenic. The day is as damp as newly washed laundry and the air holds a
familiar crisp scent, similar to linens dried in spring air. Outside, raindrops on windows
repeatedly grab my pointed, offered fingertip before zipping away. Inside, splatter on my
tin roof alters between rhythmic lullabies and insistent drums. Both sounds gift my home
a secure tone
"Pretty clouds filled with water, then it rains down." By Poet
My pretty pink rose garden is wilting,
they need a drink and a bath.
Fluffy gray clouds let it rain down,
sweet rose scent fills the air.
As the rain drifts off,
puddles stay behind.
Now birds can drink and take a bath.
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