Foundation.
If you've gone through separation, did sleep come easy or not?
Title
Sleepless in Paradise
I once knew Love and stayed briefly within its shadowy keeps
Sated
But now separated
And unmated
I can no longer enter
For I no longer sleep
(C) Copyright John Duffy
Categories:
unmated, heartbreak,
Form: Rhyme
The lilacs have come and gone, so brief was their time,
fragile flowers like some, who seldom linger long,
their purple prominence a pantomime of our springtime.
Full heart-shaped clusters pump perfume so sublime
a gift from heaven, mother nature can't prolong,
the lilac has come and gone, so brief was their time.
Harvest home to birthing butterflies in sunny climes
brought low by the battering rain of May’s swan song,
their purple prominence a pantomime of our springtime.
Unmated, virginal, a merry gift, most sacred in its prime
a rust red blight upon the cloth, a crown of thorns once gone,
the lilacs have come and gone so brief was their time.
Let shoots reform and hollowed make a flute to pass time
to cheer our mother merry and sooth the wearied throng,
their purple prominence a pantomime of our springtime
Like they, we spring forth, summer, fall and wintertime
may our seed justly arise in the beauty of heart song,
The lilacs have come and gone so brief was their time,
their purple prominence a pantomime of our springtime
Categories:
unmated, devotion, faith, hope, inspirational,
Form: Villanelle
Here we see love once lost in the tumbles,
Coming swiftly from above the skies,
Towards the sea we lodged in rain of just,
To warm cherish our thoughts to sail by lust,
Beneath our souls to the garden of blues.
Here now we find get it from the clouds,
Thy long wounded broken love needs change,
On the sea sailed with oath to hold,
With tireless returns it blossoms for unfold,
Where unmated it stands naturally to glow.
Here its some miles we came shipping,
Seeking such love we had in those tender hoods,
Thy loves once threaten and loosened,
Certainly lost and now strangely contained,
To refine and to renew it once it smells olds.
Here magically risen to conquer ‘n to sooth,
Every injured feeling within for victory,
Underneath the flowers to tread by candle,
With every hope in the living hearts to handle,
Beneath our souls to the garden of blues.
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Categories:
unmated, lost love, lost, sea,
Form: Free verse