Day: January 25, 2019
Cold Winter
frigid winter wind-
fireplace warms cozy kitchen
delicious bean soup
Carpe Diem: http://chevrefeuillescarpediem.blogspot.com/2019/01/carpe-diem-1590-bean-soup.html
[Writer’s Quote Wednesday] Still I Rise
Come read Jade’s – WRITER’S QUOTE WEDNESDAY – STILL I RISE!
soliloquy
Please come and enjoy – A Lonely Melody!
soliloquy
my baritone heart
sings on a lonely stage
before empty seats
longing to be a duet
he dreams
of your soprano heart
here alongside of me
without you
a crowded auditorium
appears barren
as the insistent echo
of my baritone heart
rings in hollow halls
he croons a ballad
a song meant for two
a song unrequited
a soliloquy
he composed
just for you
Daily Haiku – Wed. January 23, 2019 – Poetry For Healing
I can feel your touch Like an angel’s wing against My fast beating heart
Source: Daily Haiku – Wed. January 23, 2019 – Poetry For Healing
To dance
If the intensity
and power
of my words
could compel
you to dance
for me
I would compose them
with a passion
a fire
and a hunger
that your body
could never resist.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Written a a couple of years ago. I trust it bears another outing.
Art by Rainer Augur
Sneaking A Look – Wordless Wednesday – iScriblr
This post is in response to the Wordless Wednesday prompt on WordPress where a “picture says a thousand words!” Love, Related
“Beware of false knowledge; it is more dangerous than ignorance.”
“Beware of false knowledge; it is more dangerous than ignorance.”
George Bernard Shaw
“Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?”
“Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?”
— Mary Oliver, from Summer Day, 1992, Poet, Pulitzer Prize Winner
In Memory: “Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination…”
WILD GEESE
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about your despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting —
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
Mary Oliver, poet
The Reluctant Poet 