“The suturing thread of the bejeweled hearts
may snap, the shadow of love remains ornamented”-
Quote by poet
The indelible image etched in my memory,
the tide of time couldn’t tow to the obscure sea. ,
In its shimmering shore on the satin sands of hue
I engraved ornate lattice with pearls of love for you.
The seraphic spectrum of sunburst sky’s lilting lure
contoured the radiant facsimile of my desire demure.
Our harmonic hearts took the entwined shape,
ornamented by sublime moonshine of longing drape.
I couldn't free your bejeweled ivory hands to depart
as I felt exhilaration fervently flicker in my heart,
flashing on your face like the luster of twilight,
I was consumed in the flare of craving delight.
You’re gone where your destiny has taken you,
your shadow lingers in my yearning threshold I view.
I sense your enduring aura that won’t wane soon,
embellish you with argentine glow of amorous moon.
I won’t forget that night howsoever I try abandoned,
your sequined shadow in stardust I won’t see unadorned.
Categories:
suturing, lost love, memory,
Form: Rhyme
Perhaps you're apathetic to my ministrations
fatigued by my futile attempts at suturing
the suppurating wounds inflicted by others
who came before me much like those I suffer
both of our spirits bearing similar scars
Upon removing the bandages to reveal
they have not healed and rankle raw and red
I turn my head not in disgust at the pus
but so you won’t see the tears I shed
on account of my failure before binding them
once again in clean linen after applying a balm
of my best efforts that in spite of their sincerity
will never be enough thus my own injuries
I’ve clumsily dressed will continue to fester
and decay without the catholicon physic
of those three words you cannot say
Categories:
suturing, abuse, heart, hurt, love,
Form: Free verse
A bud cradled within two tiny leaves
A dulcet design of tantalizing trinity
The proud plant tenderly conceives.
A flower blooming between two tinged leaves
A pristine picture of fervent fulfillment
The passionate plant arduously achieves.
A bridge binding two banks on land lonely
A suturing structure of crafted closeness
In the rhapsodic river euphoria flows freely.
A dormant desire twinning two hearts innately
A child creates the link in paired possession
The triad configures the epitome of life completely.
February 12, 20121
I chose to make 3-line stanza for the contest
Contest : 3
Sponsor : Anthony Biaanco
April 28, 2021
Contest : All Yours (Apr 28)
Sponsor : Brian Strand
Categories:
suturing, analogy, child, desire, flower,
Form: Rhyme
We pack each little box
Until it’s full of memories.
Unpack when we arrive each day.
Like spring, when daffodils are new.
We put ourselves inside each word,
Stuffing the tattered, and ragged edges
Of each memory with a lubricant of feeling.
Inside, each emotion pressing outward to be free,
Not fitting into such tiny boxes.
Reading the poets and trying to be like them.
Communicating in glorious ways;
Bending ears, Bringing tears,
Giving the gift of giving-in.
Suturing the fractured,
Making every moment whole,
An ecstasy of living.
Finding the glory in being.
A duty of selflessness,
The humility of altruism.
Impulses shared to enlighten,
Fan multitudes like prospered wheat,
Making bright the common direction
Of swaying flames.
A breeze of words that carries all baggage
Until we wake.
Then, In the morning, we return.
Unpack each captured vastness of feeling,
Let it breathe until an end arrives.
Then pack again and make them fit
Into these small containers we call words.
Categories:
suturing, culture, emotions, humanity, internet,
Form: Free verse