Image Credit: © Ritu Bhathal
My heart yearns for you
While the Lover’s Moon hangs high
You don’t answer me
Lover’s Moon hangs high
This was written for Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge. Being the third Tuesday, an image was our prompt. The image was provided by Ritu Bhathal. I chose a Senryu, and tried in all three formats – 5/7/5; 3/5/3; 2/3/2. Continue reading
A beautiful song
Written on your lovely face
Bright light of passion
The melody our hearts sing
Chords of my deepest desire
This was written for Colleen’s Poetry Challenge. This week the key words were “love” and “harmony“, but only synonyms could be used. I chose a tanka this week.
The photo at the top was taken on Saturday. I might have photos or drawings that would better match the poem, but I wanted to post it ;)
Painting by Jim Warren
It is a dark and cold November day. The clouds are dragging grey across the dull sky, faded dead leaves litter the ground. Even the fire doesn’t provide warmth. I need something to spark my flame. I need you.
You beckon, drawing me into the bedroom. Beneath the sheets, you cuddled in my arms, I see lovers in the vibrant clouds. The setting sun glints rainbows on the tropical waters with horses dancing in the waves. A warm breeze over the cool, majestic mountains makes me forget the forecast of snow. Waterfalls near and far pulls me more into your allure.
I search you out on a cold dark day
Your agile tongue speaks in my mind
I follow your elegance
Dreaming with open eyes
Bewitched by your tone
On your pages
This is a double Challenge.
I decided to participate in Sadje’s What Do You See challenge, which she recently started to host. She provided the painting at the top (Painted by Jim Warren, found on Google) as this week’s prompt.
This was also written for Colleen’s weekly poetry challenge. This week’s key words are Grace and Style, but only synonyms can be used. I chose a Haibun with a nonet.
I hope you enjoyed this love poem to books and reading :)
I feel the power, like a sun behind me. A vision flashes through my mind. Is it a knife coming down like Hitchcock’s Psycho? Perhaps a Stephan King skeletal hand will grab my ankle. I whip around, ready to face anything, anything, but what is really there. I meet your gaze and all is lost.
I step in your trap
That is found behind your eyes
Your bewitching stare
The magic spell that you cast
Makes me rise above the Earth
Is it just your charm?
Perhaps a deeper power
Enthralled by the glance
A thought and I glide above
Your eyes making my heart soar
Lost, but found, captivated by your spell, I am launched into your orbit.
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I can organize
Use all my money on you
Plot all that I want
I find the Beatles were right
No design can buy your love
Written for Colleen’s Poetry Challenge. Each week she gives us two keywords, only we must use synonyms only, not the words themselves. This week the key words were the poet’s (me ;) ) choice, so I chose “Plan” and “Spend” This week I decided to do a Tanka.
I look into a rose-tint fog and smile at the dancing shadows. A thin, transparent barrier divides me from this place. I imagine that I step through this wall of celluloid and find you still there, just as you were. I reach out, but grab only mist. You aren’t really here, are you? And neither am I, really. Is it real, or was it at one time? Perhaps that color I see has tainted all. The curtain comes down.
Can it be real?
Was it really me?
And was it really you?
In the movie, you loved me
Your eyes glistened in the close-up
The story unfolded on the screen
Your presence stole every scene you were in
That movie played out in a different world
I memorized the script and action
Or that is how it seemed
Was it a work of fiction
A script written by me
Played out in my mind?
Did you love me?
In ways this is part 2 of last week’s poem.
Written for Colleen’s Poetry challenge. Each week she gives us two keywords, only we must use synonyms only, not the words themselves. This week the key words were the poet’s (me ;) ) choice, so I chose “Film” (yes, the title) and “Remembered” This week I decided to do a haibun with a double etheree.
I am going along, getting on with my life. I hear a voice, stop and look, You are having fun with your favorite diversion, or so it seems. You behave like you’re in a show, but are acting only for yourself, for you do not see me here. And then it hits me, and I have to wonder, do I really see you?
I see your shadow
Absorbed into your pastime
I want to join in
I’m not really part of it
I’m on the outside, looking in
Written for Colleen’s Poetry challenge. Each week she gives us two keywords, only we must use synonyms only, not the words themselves. This week the key words were the poet’s (me ;) ) choice, so I chose “Hobby” and “Play” This week I decided to do a haibun with a tanka.
I turn on the radio and a sappy song comes out, reminding us of the old sayings about the time of year being the time of love. I hum along, but I’m not convinced. I think of you and the emotion gushes out. No, it isn’t the new green leaves that do it, it is that special smile.
The voice purrs the song
The season of renewal
Our thoughts turn to love
My heart leaps, croons not for May
The well overflows for you
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I sit, pen in hand, and stare into the distance. The spring has gone dry and the words have failed to flow. But then an image comes to me. Your image. There was a time when poems sprang to the page motivated by your eyes and your smile. Can I once more dip in that well, go back to the root and create something new? I lift my pen to the paper and note down a few dragging words.
I pen you a verse
Like one at the beginning
When it was still fresh
Inspired by a thought of you
Source of many silly scrawls
Written for Colleen’s Poetry challenge. Each week she gives us two keywords, only we must use synonyms only, not the words themselves. This week the key words were “Origin” and “Write” This week I decided to do a haibun using a tanka as the poem part.
I have missed the last two challenges. For some reason I just wasn’t inspired and nothing came to mind.
Frigid winter day
A blizzard freezes my soul
Distant stares are harsh
An icy word from your mouth
Causes the tempest to rage
Written for Colleen’s Poetry challenge. Each week she gives us two keywords, only we must use synonyms only, not the words themselves. This week the key words were “Cold” and “Storm” This week I decided to try a tanka.
In ways these words were appropriate this week as we just had our first major storm of the season followed by our coldest day so far. I know, the first storm in late January in New Hampshire? Unheard of! But it has been a frigid winter! And don’t worry too much about my storm damaged heart – this is pure fiction :) Photo from a short hike on Saturday, before the storm.