Hunger

Heat flickers beneath a blissful dream
an insatiable hunger leaves me breathless,
dances at the edge of a shimmering spring.
Remove doubt,
let down fear unseen.
Echo-spilled spice
peppers a soft, curling breeze.
Whispers melt, cue the dawn.
Don’t wake me from this dream.

 

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Night

The night can’t stand us being apart.
Dreams flicker-dance in shadows,
the moon’s tears streak silver
down my face.
I leave a door ajar
so darkness melts freely
and spills a rose-dawn breeze
that carries your whispers
and make my heart skip a beat.

 

dVerse – Quadrille Monday

 

Muse

Wanders aimlessly over disjointed daydreams
flits like dust motes
falls flat like bad jokes
that don’t seem to catch on a laugh.

Dissipates around delirium inducing distractions
storms away mad
the moment we had
forever lost to some muse-stealing monster.

Wiggles its way into the mundane
a waterfall
from which I draw
welcoming, bewitching life force.

Sets firmly its cleansing balm
sources of light
are conjured bright
and just like that, the cobwebs are gone.
 

My magical muse
you tease and confuse
juggle the errant thoughts
in my head

I suppose I have to trust
the ones you magic dust
and put the others to bed.

 

wet leaves

dVerse – Writing about magic.

 

Acrostic – Penning Poems

Poetry sits around the ring
Enveloped by warmth and full cup
Notes spin, tempo tumbles, staccato
Nightfall nods nostalgic atmosphere
Imagery inhabits blossoming storm
Nudge the sounds, craft the words.


dVerse – The pub is writing acrostics today. 

Bliss

Bliss springs from a bubble breeze,
melts shadow-ghosts, 
peppers dreams 
with shimmering giggles
and roses twisting in gardens
of green, grinning leaves.
Dawn lulls fear,
spills echoes that breathe
and curl across the skin,
whispers of journeys sparked
by impromptu dances in flickering light.

blissed out sky
Photo – L. Burton

 

dVerse – Quadrille Monday with the word ‘bliss’.

Borders

Heart borders breaking.
Lashes, wet, border the well
of treacherous tears.
Fingers that once traced the face
in my dreams
now meet at my middle
(an act of self-preservation – too little, too late)
as if I could hold back the tidal wave,
keep myself from bursting wide open.
Fantasy’s fringe held too tightly.
Balanced precariously beyond the lines,
blurred that they were,
I reach for you
and fall through the jagged edge.

 

dVerse – Grace asks us to write about borders. I went with emotional borders.

Muse in Melody

I’m a little bit fragile wings
a whole lot moving water,
muddy or otherwise,
just know my heart sings
the same as yours
and dreams the same dreams.

Lost sometimes in the flames we fan
ashes illuminated under heavy scrutiny
just know when you take my hand
I’m guarded, I’m fragile,
but if anyone could ever save me now
you can.

 

dVerse – Poetics: Musical Muse

Evans Blue – “Stop and Say You Love Me”

And one last nod to Harrison.