Come enjoy the beauty, wisdom and hope in this Quote!!!
In the end there doesn’t have to be anyone who understands you. There just has to be someone who wants to.
-Robert Brault
Day: July 24, 2018
Old Scars
Don’t Miss the real truth about – SCARS
Old scars
Have all but faded now
But the memories
Still remain
Nothing really ever ends
We assume new forms daily
In thought and
In manifest presence
And with each casual glance
At what was and still is
We return
To prior days
Reminiscent but distant just the same.
Try.
Come and experience this moving and soulful poem – TRY
The Touch
Come and indulge in the sensuous and sexy – THE TOUCH
Fingertips trail a delicate path
Dipping along the curves
Tracing all the contours
Brushing against the arch of the dainty foot
Running over the soft ridges
Dawdling over the silkiness
Gently cradling the head
Caressing the cheeks softly
Hovering hesitatingly over the closed eyelids
Creating an unheard symphony
The heart overflowing with untold love
Emotions raw and overwhelming .
That Night On A Beach
Come and Savor the sensuous and erotic poem – THAT NIGHT ON A BEACH
And so it began
I remember it
Like it was yesterday
It was on a beach
Watching the sunset
Somewhere on the Florida Keys
The water of the Gulf
Lapping softly at the shore
We were both lonely souls
Who had made small talk
At an open air island bar
As the sun started to slowly sink
Into the Gulf
I took her hand and said
“Walk with me, let me show you
the beauty of a Florida Keys sunset”
Maybe it was the island air
It could have been
Her boots of Spanish leather
Whatever it was
I had to have her
She smiled
Her eyes told me she knew
Names didn’t matter
We didn’t care
We knew what we wanted
We knew what we’d do
As the darkness covered
The light of the day
My arms went around her
Our bodies embraced
Items of clothing
Lay at…
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Losing Myself
Come enjoy the simple beauty and wistful insight in – LOSING MYSELF
“Labyrinth”
Painting by Jeffrey Smart
From theaustralian.com.au
what if my words
the turned paths of their penstrokes
create the labyrinth
It Sounds Like Blue
Come and enjoy – IT SOUNDS LIKE BLUE
The violinist swayed like smoke. The small crowd followed suit as he laid a spell over them with his dance. The beat of the small drum set vibrated through the ground just enough for the man to keep time along.
He squinted as the bow struck and slid across the strings while the violinists’ fingers moved devilishly quick. The young girl beside him slid a crumpled piece of paper into the palm of his hand.
“It sounds like blue, light not dark, like watching storm clouds or flying towards the stars with wind in your hair. It feels like love.”
PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Word Count: 100
Thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields as always for wrangling in Friday Fictioneers.
Morning Love
Come and read Paul’s wonderful poem – MORNING LOVE
Post dawn, winter morn, looking east across the Blackwood. Dawns come and go, I’m asuming there’ll be one tomorrow, and even when I’m gone, they will continue. But this one faded into day, as they all do. Dawn has a fleeting beauty, which accentuates its attraction. For me whatever the day holds, it cannot beat the beauty of that dawn moment, it is something very special.
Morning Love
Just as yesterday,
we agreed to see each other again.
The promise of one more time.
To catch even a glimpse of you,
my heart beats.
And, you came along.
though I never really doubted.
No, really, I didn’t.
And there you were,
beautiful,
Suddenly revealing all of you.
Your warmth and beauty wholly divine,
embracing my fragile longing,
an ancient ache,
to hold on to you,
momentarily assauged.
And yet,
no sooner have you arrived…
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AN EROTIC SYMPHONY
Please come and enjoy Fiona’s beautiful – EROTIC SYMPHONY
SEDUCE ME BABY WITH YOUR BODY OF MUSIC,
PLAY WITH FIRE IN YOUR HEART,
A CONCERTO OF MOVEMENT,
YOUR SOULFUL HANDS REACHING OUT TO MY BODY’S SENSES.
YOUR FINGERS GRACEFUL, LIKE YOU’RE PLAYING NOTES ACROSS A KEYBOARD.
WITH A RAUCOUS BANG OF SYMBOLS,
A RESOUNDING HARD HAIR PULL DISTURBS THE PEACE
OF THE FLUTES SOFT KISSES.
AT THE CLIMAX OF THE ORCHESTRAL SYMPHONY,
WE FEEL THE MUSIC VIBRATE WITHIN OUR BODIES,
HEARTS BEAT IN TIME.
CREATING AN EROTIC SYMPHONY.
FIONA
AFFINITY – REPRISE
By Charles Robert Lindholm
affinity
the afternoon and evening
the morning and night
chasing each other
around the world
in endless delight Continue reading
The Reluctant Poet 