Tag: Quadrille

Heart in a Box

Why, my lady art thou blue are barren lips longing for stolen kisses? Advertisements

Rigor Mortis

“If we don’t know life, how can we know death?” Confucius We all must die this I know, but the puzzle that remains is why some go before growing old, snatched from life before their time.

The Roses

It seems like only yesterday since you took your last breath. Life circles and cycles through, we carry on, as if nothing important happened when we said goodbye.

Rock Me Baby

Cobble a melody   with echoes of stones and bones   a raucous music malady   of haunting pounding tones.

Sing

Fading into the purple haze of blues remembering your brown eyes laughing Yearning for one more glimpse of you

Effervescent

Serve me cold champagne every day and let’s dance in pale evening’s light clinging to one another, dipping, swaying to lulling sounds of nature’s orchestral night.

The Gathering

And though her heart now gay life was once tragic when death’s pain had its way drowning life’s magic.

Exiled

As the Dark Angel fell, banished from heaven the universe ripped and unzipped a hole through the cloudy night sky.

The Break

My last words, whispered with bated breath before you turned and left leaving me alone and broken like a fallen egg from a robin’s nest.

#Quadrille: Untamed

She wept with a fiery fervency in a futile quest to suppress searing flames of her heart’s desires.

Between Sheets

Burning passion flames within a woman reawakened The beast let loose untamed will not again be forsaken.

Bloom

Fresh bloom is off this soul   whose colors have begun to fade

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