When lives choose
to misconstrue
can we blame one another
for indifference,
is there a spoken truth
that overcomes imagined
peace of mind,
solace,
truth.
Perhaps it is all an illusion,
we must offer defeat its hand.
-
Daily Archives: July 2, 2019
-
The Immediacy of Pain
Posted at 5:44 pm , on July 2, 2019
-
Walking Upon Sands (teenage memory)
Posted at 4:35 pm , on July 2, 2019
The ocean did give credence an imagery
white sands and sifting steps in rhythm
our bodies intertwined smelling salts
the desire in our eyes, a moonlit serenade
She gave me quiet gasps as we would chuckle
our desires could lay us in the hot sands
those we were surrounded with in a quiet
the discretion of love-making so very near.
Oh to have that recall an earlier time
when lives were valued as a shell
spoke of the sea an imaginative tale
our lives barely beyond beholden teens.
Would that we might age forever still
then have dealt upon our heart remains.
-
Stealing In The Wood
Posted at 4:34 pm , on July 2, 2019
We might ask the reason for discretion in the city
a patch of wood, a beautiful day, lovely woman
one we imagine would be a treasure to behold
not a trophy in the callous sense, simple elegance.
She can steal the heart of a man with a glance
eyes shower passion upon a man’s sense of will,
in the moment, such wondrous beauty beheld
a gathered mystique in time wandering wild.
One may well include in their silent rendezvous
hers would be the Grace of secluded fantasy,
his turned quickly toward a reality of idyllic
happiness, the draw, her being, sweet remedy.
In trail a wilderness exists to shelter sensuality
while city buzz carry this quiet cathartic irony.
-
-
Recent Comments
a quiet man on Haiku Love Yernasia Quorelios on Haiku Love a quiet man on I Took A Walk Priti on I Took A Walk Priti on I Took A Walk grateful support
apersonaljourney - stories of love 