you didn’t care if will ever rain
as long as doesn’t rain with love…
due to this, I gave to you rain…
architected, sculpted, portraited…
till I turned myself into a rain…
into a storm… into a hurricane…
in a typhoon stuffed daily for you
with my rain of stars and dreams
with my rain of laughs and kisses
with my rain of longings blowing
on you, exactly as the rain pours
for no one like you loves me wet
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © coco
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there is silence save birdsong
and darkness save this shaded light
there’s a blank white page before me
that waits on me to write,
there are no thoughts within me
save those I have of you
how can I them in conscience fair
with meagre words imbue.
so I hear beyond the silence
and drift into the dark
to set my pen in readiness
before I make my mark.
She wants him
to follow her
to chase her
to track her
to seek her
to haunt her
to hunt her
to charm her
to pursue her
to stalk her
to seduce her
But she knows
he will not.
he desires her
it is not
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Not brand new, yet true.
Art by William Oxer
Here we are in the month of May of 2021 already! It goes so fast, doesn’t it?
I participated in the NaPoWriMo (National Poetry Writer’s Month) last month. About half way through the month, I was wondering if my decision to participate was a good one or not! I did struggle making my ‘deadline’ on several occasions, but managed to pull something out of the ‘ole grey matter just in time.
One thing that helped tremendously was that I found myself a writing buddy. An “Accountability Buddy”, if you will. Chuck over at The Reluctant Poet agreed to this. This was great! I knew I needed someone to poke me and encourage me to write Every Day! Chuck has become a Dear Friend and we write back & forth quite often. So it was pretty easy to fall into a routine where I would send him a sneak peek of…
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when my days are swept
into all I have left
are counted for more
I shall look at these hands
and remember the ways
they warmed to your longing
as never before
when my ears have misplaced
the sound of your voice –
a melody penned
as my eyes
fill with tears –
once reflected by yours
ocean deep pools
of your soul
tho my arms be denied
the reaching around –
I will rest in the memory
when my tongue has forgotten
the taste of your name
my lips will remember
. . .
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