There's no fiction within love far as the feeling is comprised
Don't know for certain, but it seems a true fairytale (surprised?)
Wrapped in this cocoon, two notes pressed on a vellum page
The finest to compose couldn't play our song; for a kings wage
In keys, so somber you flow throughout my melodies
A duet we are of the souls simple subliminal memories
Every moment of you, I find in time is this, now so comforting
When we meet in the next life, I hope you'll be my everything
Categories:
vellum, absence, africa, devotion, fantasy,
Form: Rhyme
I wrote this letter
today
knowing you’d never see it.
I wrote so carefully,
as if I thought you could reflect
on my words and carefully fold them
within your heart.
I wish you could have heard the words
one more time before you left.
Your journey so quickly arrived
that no one had
the chance to say good-bye,
not even I.
I have spoken with you
every day you’ve been gone,
oh, these many years,
as if we were speaking face-to-face.
Not a day have I forgotten how my heart leapt
to see your face, your smile.
Your visage has never left me as many say it does.
Always
you raised my awareness,
made me use logic without losing humanity.
You shared your confidence in me and gave me
the push I needed to be the best self I could.
I confide my secrets,
my deepest, darkest thoughts,
and share with you my life and loves,
my good deeds and my bad,
knowing
you still watch over me.
Categories:
vellum, emotions, feelings, grief, how
Form: Free verse
THE AVANTE-GARDE OF VELLUM AND INK
The avante-garde of vellum and ink, like Cupid’s bow and arrow,
Carte blanche to choose the muse we love - imagination’s marrow.
Bullseye of introspection, a deep inkwell — my bona fide intention.
The juxtaposition — a cacophony of the archer’s winepress contravention.
Well-perched anomaly, like high-wire birds, of hitchcockian suspense.
A honeyed deja vu, a kiss well spent, on charismatic common sense.
Ennui, eventually, my pen withdraws, a flatline — without insipid beat.
Paddles renew my heart — this dilettante soon rises from her invalid seat.
My spirit glows rainbow baroque, pearls vagabond dance with abandon.
Ambrosial-sassy elan drizzles like syrup, on sweet spot pancakes land’n.
1/16/2018
Silent One’s Ten Words Ten Lines 2 Poetry
Words: avante-garde, carte blanche, bona fide, cacophony,
anomaly, deja vu,ennui, dilettante, baroque, elan
Categories:
vellum, writing,
Form: Couplet
EMBROIDERY OF VELLUM
A clean poem composed
Thee vellum virgin
Lace betrothed in length
Your satin train embraced
Thee embroidery in apple gold
Girdled in silver refined
And curvature of silhouette
Delicate with subtle design
6/25/2017
Lyric Poem
A word fitly spoken is like apples of gold in baskets of silver
proverbs 25:11 Bible ESV version
Categories:
vellum, beauty, words,
Form: Lyric
compose, check mail
d. u. v.
over flying husk of...._____?
enveloping our world
of entropy...
encircling, questioning....believing
in today...
I give to you my ut - most
respect, Olga, so far away
being able to connect
through wires
and cables
and instruments
like new = age fables
ESP over continents! I sense you eight
hours to the future!
Olga, you bring me hope (and to you as welll....)
I find you not here in Florida USA
but via musical pixies in the air - waves....
electronic bella= donic wings you give me!
shamanic visions only to rectify new visions...
of Olga, passive
strong
tolerantly
longing
for her
new
song.....
Categories:
vellum, computer-internet, hope, peace,
Form: Rhyme