Tag: #Quadrille

If You Go

If you go I’ll be wonderingWhat might have been had you stayed,This lonely heart, thrown asunderFrom emptiness created My lips, missing your tender kissesMy skin, yearning for your caressMy eyes, blinded by glorious momentsGazing upon your handsome face dVerse Poets Pub: Going Going Gone… Continue Reading “If You Go”

And Though the Caged Bird May Sing

And though the caged bird may singFilling my days with joyous song,No remorseful sorrow will followShould I embrace its sweet liberty,Setting this feathered soul free to “be”Unfurling delicate wingsTaking flight with a sighIn the cloudless morning sky dVerse Poets Pub: Quadrille 121 Let’s Embrace… Continue Reading “And Though the Caged Bird May Sing”

Light a Fire For Us

“When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.” – Khalil Gibran You’ve gone ahead to show us the waywhen our time on earth’s doneSo light a… Continue Reading “Light a Fire For Us”

Have Hope

Fruity scent of purple iris dabs coolmorning air with heady perfumeas sword shaped jade leaves dance with random grace to a melody of lilting music whistling through budding trees. Sweetest song sung for eons of yearsHave hope, for spring is here! dVerse Poets Pub:… Continue Reading “Have Hope”

Burning Embers

Come linger with me in the inglenookwhile we cuddle by the crackling firereading love sonnets from a tattered bookas flames and words stoke our burning desire With fiery eyes reflecting ardor for one anotherWe kiss– setting our thumping hearts aflutter dVerse Poets Pub: Quadrille… Continue Reading “Burning Embers”

Slip Away

“There’s a special quality to the loneliness of dusk, a melancholy more brooding even than the night’s.”  ― Ed Gorman, Everybody’s Somebody’s Fool Golden light of dusk fading grayas daylight’s candle snuffeddrifting smoky clouds lingera sense of peace surroundsthis sacred primitive scene. And in this memory… Continue Reading “Slip Away”

With Eyes of a Child

“The possible’s slow fuse is lit by the Imagination.”  ― Emily Dickinson To look at the world with eyes of a child, marveling at velvet wings of butterflies as they float from flower to flowerSlurping sweet nectar To while away long summer hourssearching for possibilities in wispy… Continue Reading “With Eyes of a Child”

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