she lie on the earth clawing at it with a slow and steady pace digging with her nails pausing just briefly as i walked up her clothes were new freshly pressed her handbag most stylish for her age the veins in her hands pulsed with passion and beads of sweat like tears flowed from her face she said nothing to me i held my breath for a moment and asked what is your name she once again paused sighed and said mary mary b franklin and then she resumed her digging i turned to go but looking down beside her i saw a stone james w franklin
i sat in the back
of the church
waiting
waiting for a sign
a sign
that the holy spirit
wanted
me
and thought
i was ready
for
salvation
but I didn’t see any
i squinted my eyes
at lights
thinking that might help
but it just made my face
look funny
so one day
i went up front
thinking
just maybe
the view
would be
better from there
but there
was nothing
there
either
During the next few days, I will be on holiday…yes again…so I will be posting very few comments on your blogs…however I shall continue to post new poems here and hope that you will enjoy them. Until then, cheers!
breath flowing
across the face
of timeless dreams
where lost souls reside
beside the pool of desire
tossing the coin of the realm
into its depths
making wishes
instead of prayers
i stared into the heavens
turning away from you
denying even one last photo
you need not capture
something
that you never had
i have always been an illusion
a desire without a face
a body to lie next to
comforting you in your nightmares
guiding you out of the darkness
into what you believed was the light
from some soul saving chapel window
pretending it was god’s
blessing of how you lived
but what of my needs
did you hear my tears
splashing against the darkness of my fears
or did you just feel
my body’s warmth
an old comforter
from your mother’s hope chest
to be tossed on
when you felt cold
but what of my winter nights
when were you going to stoke
the fires of passion
and cover me
with as much love
as i’ve given to you
when were you
going to
give
Over the course of the last eight days , Jade and I have had a challenge …the whole idea behind it was to send a picture ( in this case by Vlad) to the other as inspiration (to the visual muse), and the other had to write a poem inspired by the image. Please take a look at how Jade has responded to my last challenge photograph on her site. This for me has been a wonderful experience… Jade and Vlad have provided my muse with such joy and they have even inspired several love poems….with any luck at all we shall renew this challenge at some point in the future and I will once again be forced to write a love poem. To my dearest Jade and Vlad…thank you for all the gifts you have given to me.
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