Horses hooves
in the lane
outside my window
sheep bleating
in the field
billowing clouds
white on blue.
.
I sit here
day dreaming
music playing
tea steaming
and a long list
of things to do.
.
And wanting
and wanting
and wanting
you.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Art by Steve Hanks. She looks nothing like the wanted one, but it is a lovely painting.
some things grow strong;
others go weak:
some things taste sour;
others taste sweet.
some tastes are fiery;
others melt away:
some tastes feel bittersweet;
others slowly fade.
some feelings are certain;
others drip doubt:
some feelings satiate;
and others fizzle out.
Dawn awakens from slumber
Returning from mystic travels
Soul joins my body
I am at peace
Day filled with life
Hustle, bustle, scurry, run
Taking time to know
I am filled with joy
Evening slows my rush
Lakeside sunset beckons me
Reflection shows me all
I Am the I Am
Night gives sweet repose
Other dimensions call me
Body sleeps, soul travels
I merge with All
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Today in recognition of the number 4, several poems I post today will be 4×4 poems, i.e., four lines with four words each. This first one has four stanzas to acknowledge the four seasons but 4×4 poems do not require four stanzas.
Four, a strong symbol found throughout nature and cultures, is the symbol of wholeness and university, a symbol that draws all to itself.
Ovid, “Four Ages of the World,” said that the fourth age was: Iron, with treachery, violence, greed, deceit…
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A simple grass opened my eyes
one day–so much has gone unseen.
Its delicate beauty was always
there, but my eyes, though open did not see.
She wanted to be loyal to her heart,
So she stopped holding back,
And let her words flow.
As the layers of denial started peeling away,
She found there was a lot more going on,
Than her words described.
She stopped pretending as if she wasn’t angry at them,
And that their lies didn’t hurt her.
That was the only way to release them,
And stick to the things that made her heart happy.
©Zeina A.G
What is Your answer to this question????
Provocative Question #119 by Five Dot Oh
What is the most valuable lesson you’ve learned in life and who did you learn it from?
The lesson that comes to mind is one that I learned when I started my first job at 16 years old. There was not one person that I learned this from. It was learned from a group of teenage guys that I worked with on different occasions as the only girl stocker.
I had been working for several weeks about three nights a week and weekends. I was stuck having to clean both the bathrooms every night while the guys did dust mopping it and other such chores.
This got really old really fast. One evening I walked into work and and received my list of chores for the night. Once again I saw that I was on bathroom detail.
I was not happy…
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Source: The Day We Met – Pen to paper
You wore me out then wore me down So, I wished you away, now you’ve gone Such vile things we say without a thought Forgetting injurious words can’t be undone Often, we lose those things we love most I understand loss and lost all too well now Transported within a blink of an eyelash No taste of joy dared enter my mouth That sudden course of shear bitterness Would’ve devoured it in less than a minute I shuddered as I reluctantly swallowed News of reality as to what had happened Tears broke from my sadden eyes in horror And in a disbelief of what I was hearing This is not at all what my heart ever wanted I’m so appalled if God listened that excerpt Out of all the things my ignorance has muttered I know I don’t have that kind of power myself I’ve affirmed it myself time and…
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When forever, slips away In love and everything We’re left, as a broken mess And nothing more to believe in My heart has been shattered A time or two, and too often When all that really mattered Left me behind, unapologetically Since when does love require Loving self first, above all others And since when does forever Only last a little more than a day I find it eerie these days, we only see Love as blame…for broken dreams Poet of the Light © 2020
First tranche of my love came unconditionally Ostensibly, it didn’t seem adequate enough As you requisitioned more and more from me Finally, to the point it was more than I ever was And in truth, it was never about love … was it? . Poet of the Light © 2021
The Reluctant Poet 