I don’t know who I’ve been today,
But I wish she’d come back-
Her confidence, astonishing
And her ability to live so weightlessly
I wish I had her airless capabilities-
Who was she again and why did she save me
From myself
I wished she was me even behind the scenes.
To float on the sea
is a delight for me.
To be rocked by waves that
urges, surges and mummers
a welcome aboard from the sea,
is giddy gosh, gleeful to me.
The prods, prompts, jostles and
pulses of the waves that caress
my body or vessel's hull
is like masseur's touch -
comforting, warming, healing and relieving me.
For water is the matrix, mater
and milieu that comforts me
in its arms, supporting me
to float so effortlessly,
gracefully, weightlessly
in free-form bliss.
To grow without witness, on the far side of the meadow all alone
Miles from judgements or fingers pointing out the rights and the wrongs
A view so pure and serene when gazing into the night sky
Soon to be gone tomorrows sun has promised to shine for you and I
Free are the roots exploring just beneath the trees
Safe- amongst the sound of the crickets and busy buzzing bees
Wild Flower your beauty is without rhyme or reason
Admiring how weightlessly you're able to grow
Free as the wind where ever shall it go
Never picked just for beauty or planned in a row
Flourish as you should, grow wild, grow free
The envy builds within me
To live as the Wild Flower, as free as can be
I kiss my dreams floating away
in gentle breaths as light as air
they drift in freedom as they stray
adventurous without a care
As evening shadows slow intrude
I kiss my dreams floating away
caress this darkened interlude
as moonlights aura has its way
fine shadows in a splash of grey
borne weightlessly above dawns mist
I kiss my dreams floating away
Lips moistened in a silent tryst
Awakening to daybreaks hush
I fear my lovers I betray
Arising in full bodied blush
I kiss my dreams floating away
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©9/29/2021
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In fretful sleep I weightlessly drifted
hours beyond the sun's cosmic dominion
where I perceived the entire world shifted
ten degrees off course, in my opinion
I glimpsed violet glimmers of twilight
while I seemed to be suspended in time
Clocks ticked in synchrony during the night
Whispered words were uttered in perfect rhyme
High flowed the tide of moonlight's procuring
as I wrestled the sheets for serenity of sleep
I tossed and turned, while tiresomely enduring
the unyielding baas and mehs of leaping sheep
I surrendered, then tumbled from my bed
with listless body. My eyes, bloodshot red
September 12, 2020
A Lipogram Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
I'm a nervous wreck when my anxiety makes its presence known
It swallows me whole; my happiness a sinking stone
I want to rise above my insecurities, soar above my flaws, float weightlessly over my obstacles and have confidence I won't fall.
Why can't I just face this anxiousness? Why can't I just be strong?
I want to rediscover my own strengths and find courage to carry on.
Am I even in control of my thought process? I feel like a prisoner in my own head.
Please understand this is something I can't control ; I'd rather be fearless instead.
I see you all with your head's held high while mine faces towards the ground.
I feel beat down; defeated. Anxiety has won this round.
I cannot help my perception is lacking because I'm so lost within my head.I'm calling out for help but can't seem to shake this dread.
I'm begging you anxiety do this one thing for me.
Release my mind and set me free.
Indigenous feel of peaceful love Interferencing touch of skin
There has been no where better I have been
So empowered , clean , free
Often like Im at ease , drinking a tea ,
With stream ,
Although a dream It may seem
Weightlessly I can consumate
a lot more tonnage
At lifes pondurousness ,
Positive evoke , Energy we soak ,
Life comes on a stroke , but we stroke ...
So much left to unlock .
Potential in the abnormality , we catch stars with dignity ,
As one comes as one goes
Fly Away.. the crows
Come over , our doves
Closer together , the line draws
the hole hollows
Heart follows
Sweet marshmellows
and melons
We're here in the comfort
in the fort of love
Rozalia P. XS
Sweetheart,
We felt the fall in early June,
love born of a Summer sun.
By August, I was in your arms,
life's best had just begun.
Like falling leaves of Autumn trees
throwing caution to the wind,
you carried me like a gentle breeze
to places I've never been.
Weightlessly drifting in happiness
I feel each sweeping rise,
discovering our harmonies
with breathless sweet surprise.
I fantasize we stay adrift
through life and time to recall
how each new day through seasons of change
we always felt the fall.
Still falling in love with you,
Jeannie
LOVE IS BLIND
Love is blind
that might explain all the groping,
the endless touching,
the constant need to get closer –
to whisper.
Love is blinded
by lust’s desire to gaze –
longingly - into the abyss
of a lover’s eyes,
fall weightlessly
through the stages of romance,
sleep in the scented dreams
of satiations pillows.
Love is blind
and in its blindness sees
only the object of its love,
believes only the words
of its Braille touch,
knows only the fulfillment
of itself.
Love is blind
to all but that which it seeks,
knows only what it senses
in the heat of the moment,
consumes only those who seek
its sightless beauty.
3/30/2016
submitted to – Cliché – Poetry contest
sponsor – Silent One
The wakeful wind whistles
Winding wearily and watching all
Wafting silently whispering woes
Weightlessly whipping wisplike whacks
Wondrously wild when wrathful weather attacks
Wrecking and walloping worsening in time
Nature wilts whimpering wordlessly worried
The wind whirls and wrestles in wingless flight
19/3/2016
Almost weightlessly you glide across the waves,
with the wind our friend and foe.
Using nature as the power of our ways,
hoping the waves stay low.
The mast cracks and screeches,
when the wind shows her fury.
Then you wish for beaches.
SUMICLES my boat you are anything but dreary.
AVAST YE LOVERS
Plummeting into chilled water
eyes closed to hold the image
arms and legs flailing at beauty
breathlessly submerged
dancing weightlessly
numbed by her liquefied vision
adrift in the gaze of her eyes
swimming in passion’s pure folly
sinking through the blue of her eyes
submerged in the depth of her smile
smitten – at point of hot saber
walking the plank of cold love
John G. Lawless
9/29/2015
submitted to – Falling in Love – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Aiyah de Torres
In a glimmered lace of sunrise’s veil,
dawn hovers like a freshly-cleansed nymph,
wafting and bubbling with a spice of mint
in dew’s chastity pool delicately undressed.
The path of upturned boughs rips free
and slides along a froth of peppered mist;
misty in a way newborn day becomes
pastel fingers where wings of her breath
become illumined as it is daring;calling
forth, Borealis...Borealis.
And a deluge of herb wraps her air: a seasoning
moment for this flushed lady to unfold
the carpet of studded foliage cradling
around her heady arms... soon, a gush
of light bears newly-wed rays,
until the fragrance of earth drifts upon
her mantle feeling the delicacy of radiant morn,
weightlessly white; no one wants to speak.
Feb 2018 Premeire Contest: Brian Strand
Pepost 2/14/2018
Memories of illogical unreality saunter past my mind,
Planning expectations of a future with no feelings,
Deja vu days multiply with an intensity so unkind,
Happiness is eroded by endless waves of lapping sadness,
I fall weightlessly to the bottom of life's end,
Regrets dashed upon ragged rock thoughts that scream to confess,
My childhood laughter flows tears of wishful pretend,
As I wait helplessly at the back door of destiny,
Sharing Earth with billions I will never meet,
A poet joining lonely words into meanings of complexity,
I wander through imagination hoping to land on my feet.
Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved
"A poem to me is the essence of any thought,
Being built from its foundation into tower scraping sky.
It can fly like no other bird to places never seen,
Even spaceships can only dream of taking its place."
© 2014 Robert William Gruhn
Ornate is the ironwork that I peer through
as my fingers grasp the garden gate,
and I open my eyes to my Wonderland.
My bare feet step down the moonlit path,
where fireflies twinkle amongst the stars
that reflect upon the flowing crystal brook.
I capture them in a lantern, then set them free.
My lavender dress twirls weightlessly as I dance,
here I am free to feel joy and to dream.
Here beyond the gate of my enchanted garden,
when the golden sun sets low in the evening sky,
the daisies, gladiolas, and pansies never close their petals
and the sunflowers shine in the moonbeams.
While butterflies stay to perch on the blooming trellis,
the song of the hummingbird fills the warm night air
and I fall asleep in my flower bed of thorn-less roses.
Written by: Kelly Deschler
February 17th, 2014
For Nette Onclaud's contest - "My Secret Garden"
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