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Posts tagged “elegance

Love’s Visit


 

For a time, a reflective state of mind,

was my only hope,

a refreshing recall,

always with smile, a certain

sweet celebration could overcome

my any situation

if in that moment she

did return to mind.

 

Oh to know the many moons,

the calming sunsets,

red sky alerts to help me know,

this day was in our catalogue,

we recorded everything,

so many years ago.

Now today, in my search,

the constant would carry

my life through several cycles,

the ongoing experience, the mastery of

the human condition.

Oh, such a boring reality I might often espouse.

 

Then there beyond knowledge, fantasy, speculation,

her persona did arrive,

step into my world and dance,

I thought to myself,

as she moved through the room,

causing everyone to stand still,

the energy was simply thrilling,

without any need to wonder why.

 

Skip directly to the hello,

for all of you know

well,

I did swoon her elegance.

 

The eyes, the careful smile, sweet wonder

did return and my world

seemed to embrace a new chapter.

 

Now while around me everyone plans,

the tasks are many,

the fortunes always a fantasy,

for my day,

for my years, for the very nature of why,

I do stand here,

in quiet repose,

I will tell you this time,

of course,

I do love,

and I always have

felt this emotion, this quiet fantasy,

I do wish

upon Love’s visit.

 

August 20th, 2015

(8/20/2017)

 


Empty Spaces


A sudden urgency to speak,

yet, words disappear,

seem to,

does anyone notice,

or is it just another passing, wait,

listen,

the silence speaks.

 

I can notice the world,

while near me,

her presence

inviting, intriguing, invigorating

in sweet manner of soft elegance.

I wonder if a person

might know the beauty they might contain.

 

In empty spaces,

I would preference her time,

her quiet demeanor,

acceptance,

a lovely energy,

speaks quietly to

love.


writing words & Her


Oh I do on occasion confuse,

the true meaning of love,

it is when in an intellectual storm,

I sometimes forget,

or perhaps I choose,

while deep inside my mind,

I know the answer manifests itself as a want.

 

I want to seduce her,

I want to have her gasp at my touch,

I want to teach her how to let go and journey beyond

I want her to love me,

in the same manner I wish to always love her.

 

Then later, after the travel, the explosive gathering of storm,

when feeling the shelter of her center,

the beauty is grace in the arms of her sweet passion,

then later,

when I do recall the words,

I know she might wonder about

seduction.

 

Is it a ploy, or a necessary piece of the whole,

where does elegance come into play,

when the ultimate goal is to bring distinct pleasure

into her life,

into her being,

into the reason she might wish to breathe, to feel, to respond.

 

When do the words seem enough.


On The Topic of Parks


I once knew a woman,

or perhaps she …

I sang a familiar lyric,

while she may walk with me,

in the sunlight,

under the summer leaves,

of our favorite park,

perhaps a trail filled with memory.

 

I remember feeling a security,

in having her hands touch me,

walk along my shoulders,

trace my chest, soft, precise,

she could light up a path,

that miles ahead,

would carry the same energy,

that with her in hand,

let me thrive,

allowed my body to come

to live in this lovely dimension.

 

I always felt at peace,

a certain delight,

a remarkable blessing

to have her,

to have you by my side,

having a walk

in the park.

 

In my eyes,

you were special.


The Surety of My Hypocrisy


Yes I do glance

I look, I imagine,

I create in my mind a world,

set apart from anyone nearby,

because it is mine,

and only then,

can my freedom be defined.

 

She is of a certain memory,

a night sky filled with sweet energy,

the stars are reminders,

seek the constellations,

I have been in this place

once before,

I know I have because she

does cradle my anxiety in a

spectacular wave of

cool mountain breeze.

 

We all have

one time or another,

imagined that lovely vision,

the trigger of our soul,

to suddenly ask a heartache,

to recall just that one time,

that moment,

when all eyes were elsewhere,

except ours for only a thought

might allow our hearts

an open reckoning

of the beauty inside,

that place so often forgotten,

when desire creates

a need for elegance

to step aside.


Reminders of Altered States


I remember now,

how I laughed and cried,

and eventually tried

to see the end of a long

narrow scope,

one that did not contain anyone

to measure true elegance.

 

I recall yet, still,

in the absurdity of reason,

wondering how to fill a void

beyond this energy,

her energy,

knowing yet even still,

I had no reason to be wishing so.

 

We form unions,

when we do,

we carefully decide upon choice,

and yet,

there is that piece, that part of

ourselves,

the skeptic, the wanderer, the

romantic,

seems always to wonder.

 

Is it lust,

that calls upon our definition

of love,

so powerful we with willing,

create difficult scenarios,

the sort they make movies about,

write epic literary rendezvous,

with names like Fitzgerald,

Nin, Yves, Chopin, even Oates is real.

 

I once knew a woman,

whom when shadows failed,

the strict sunlight of an opaque desert,

called me forward,

and with each grain of sand I might encounter,

I could clearly see,

no reminder, no parallel,

no one would ever come close,

in the affirming nature of

serendipity,

I came to realize truth

is a lovely complexity.


In A World, Love


I listen to music,

in the hope it might take me somewhere,

away from a simple fear,

it is that reality of knowing forever

does last,

clearly remains

my heart holds memory,

an ache in a serene morning sunrise,

a sudden turn toward anxiety in the moment,

when I do come to terms,

to realize,

to gather together all of my energy,

and when in examination,

she is there,

standing before me,

an image of sanctity,

some might suggest offering sanity,

she is a model of that reminder,

that pleasantry turned compelling become my

authenticity,

my cry for a

purpose to seek freedom

in the eye of love.

 

I’m here today

only to fulfill a promise,

to offer definition

toward

understanding just how a person

might become my central means

to finding accentuate

meaning

in my life,

in who I am,

in what that is that causes my

stir …

when glancing toward a

perfect sky,

I suddenly do know just

why.

 

I remember moonlit horizons,

when though time might not allow,

I could still visualize

a silver lining

in the energy of the twilight

caress of her memory,

in wherever we might be,

together,

with each other,

yet the miles,

oh the many miles and challenges

to having our parallel lives,

find avenue

into each other’s heart.

Oh how many nights

can I count stars until they all

do find their eventual pattern,

suggests to me,

love is out of my hands if only to understand,

it is Grace beyond my comprehension.

 

Where doe my responsibility land,

today,

as I think about the wonder of her,

of you,

yes it is meaningful to speak directly,

to tell you,

everything I say,

every word, nuance, imagined

moment,

is defined by my eyes closed tight,

and listening

for the words that you pass on to me,

simply by being,

simply by love,

you,

love,

real.

it is truth that breathes eternal.