I hear the clock ticking in the dark It echoes my heart as I lay alone With you in my head Wanting you by my side Wishing you were my own
The moon holds all my secrets How I long to be in your heart With words of love I’ve only said Within my dreams there are many things I want you to be a part
In the silver night
I did not think I could fall in love Thought it a bother to have such It seemed that Fate had other plans To have you so close and yet so far It is all just too much
Sometimes I think you could never care For the type of man I am it’s true Sometimes I think that you know That I’d give you everything And I hate myself for loving you
In the silver night…
And I’ll convince myself that I can manage That caring is not an advantage But now I know it’s a lie!
Loving you is a pauper’s face against the window Wanting on that which I beseech It’s a distance of galaxies when we’re feet apart In my mind I know how’d your lips feel Even though you are far out of my reach
It’s the eggshell syllables of your name I whisper to your specter in Luna’s light For once again I face the stars on my own All alone
I did not want that I should fall in love For it seemed Fate had better plans for me It was a bother not mine to speak of I did not think I could fall in a love Hard as the bedrock yet soft as a glove That such love could be returned you see But now I know I have fallen in love For it seemed Fate had better plans for me
<>==========<> Today on dVerse Poet’s Pub Frank challenges to write a triolet or a poem that closely resembles a triolet.
So, what is a triolet? A triolet’s characteristics are the following.
Today at dVerse Kim wants us to go WILD with our Quadrille, a poem of exactly 44 words, not including the title. The poem must include the word wild. My muse went a little silly with it.
From ashen body starts the tale
In life’s water
I, a virgin rabbit of yin
In mercurial Kanya – become
From cradle to cane I breathe
In summer breeze, winter gale
Until I am naught to El Sol
But dusty memory of soil itself
When all is said and done
For dVerse Poets Pub – Gospel Isosceles asks us to be “In My Element” and do a little homework and discover what some of these cosmologies say about me.
I pull from:
The Elements Earth (ash-soil), Water (amniotic fluid), Air (breeze/gale, Fire (El Sol- the sun),
Astrology (Virgo – Western, a Yin Water born in the year of the Rabbit – Chinese, and Kanya ruled by Mercury – Vedic), and
The Bible (ashes to dust)
I break me down to a quinta essentia* of self.
*According to Merriam-Webster: The word “quintessence,” is the offspring of “quinta essentia,” a word for the purest essence of a thing.
Your tears Glistened Shone like diamonds That streamed your face In silver lines They were balm Elixir Hot and heavy Salty and yet so wet Just like you An ambrosia of Your pain And your arousal Tasted In a kiss yielded From your lips
<>==========<> Tonight at dVerse Dee (whimsygizmo) asks us to kiss off a quadrille, a poem of exactly 44 words, not including the title, and use some form of the word kiss.
It’s Quadrille Monday at dVerse Poets Pub and tonight De Jackson (aka WhimsyGizmo) invites us to give it a wink at a Quadrille (a poem of exactly 44 words, not counting the title) and include one word. This week’s word: wink.