In the quiet
sharing peace of mind
appears a flutter
special sound
twirls the mind.
watching her work,
gentle
examination.
Finding nectar where
only patience can find.
A pleasure to have
such soaring
beauty
hover nearby
this our calm
autumn morning.
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Tag: patience
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Waiting Upon A Hummingbird
Posted at 11:15 am , on August 28, 2022
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Expectations Beyond Grace
Posted at 3:41 pm , on May 6, 2020
I wish I knew the definition of Grace,
years ago, my sister defined passion,
it became less sexual
much more so the beauty of people
a regard for desire
an enhancement of what a person
might bring to our lives.
I haven’t a thought it be so far from Grace
we cannot appreciate its value
in the departure of passion,
and some aim toward
understanding,
that ability to know
such elegance in a woman, a man,
lover, friend, someone whose
eyes do tell a story we wish to continue to
hear, see, dream, anticipate
hold strong in that we come to believe.
I once held Grace to be the bond
brought me together with certain truth
once alive in my heart,
a directive toward my soul.
We do want to match up our lives in time,
imagine someone spectacular sublime.
© Scott F. Savage 5/2020
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Howling in the Distance
Posted at 8:58 am , on April 12, 2020
We are in such unknown territory,
our lives subjected to an invisible fear.
Last night I felt a quieting sensitive tear.
forced acceptance in horrifying history.
I cannot find a way to settle my nerves
it isn’t cabin fever as much as some sign
of wanting to stop my own incessant whine,
lives travel mountain roads in swerves.
Last night I listened to the winds in a howl,
the building shook and my windows rattled
I was not interrupted being stuck, saddled.
I couldn’t help noticing this menacing scowl.
In the winds of morning I did come to terms my own
life matters, be conscious, let the howling be known.
© Scott F Savage 4/2020
(for a dear friend I am grateful)
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In Quiet Now
Posted at 1:08 am , on December 30, 2019
I imagine love
torn asunder
sweet remind of an intimacy
turned compassion
evolves then into time
spent
in wonderment.
She does hold my promise
such that sweet reckoning
will guide us
until one, serendipitous
will hold promise
our lives as one
inside a universal trial
where bold horizons
will wait
while the scheme
remains a shadow
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This State of Affair
Posted at 9:02 am , on October 17, 2019
A constant wander
wonder
truth enlightened
shadowed darkness
will prevail
heart and ache
the soul being tested
a wave of passion
dying in an abandoned
shed
caught in a storm
drawn
up rooted pilings
shredded mess
broken hearts.
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Follow My Lead
Posted at 11:30 pm , on August 1, 2019
Her ability to speak,
love, care, compassion
a difficult reality
to leave,
some Moody Blues please
let me
ponder our love,
except
Neil Young spoke aloud,
a friend,
he hoped it wasn’t true,
and yet, we love the reality
of our time,
we can
might
offer a resolve,
some solace
in the actual
acceptance of time,
wait for me,
I will be standing
eyes seeking your own,
turns a sudden hug
into a longing embrace
truly
drawn upon
the energy
sweet heart and soul.
© Scott F Savage 2019
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Love in Silence
Posted at 1:21 pm , on June 13, 2019
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Pieces of Wonder
Posted at 5:19 pm , on June 12, 2019
Only in the accentuate nature of time
does our desire wander
beyond the moment
inside a quiet solitude
filled with untapped emotions
the imagination in design.
Keep busy, occupy the word
so it filters through the air
like a serenade
lost in the luxury of time,
our lives
measured in the distance.
The matter of a busy mind
holds no real peace of mind.
In the wonder of a lost soul
would we understand
if while the world
continues in silent
bliss
might lives intersect
as a cloudless morning
would suggest wonder
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I’m Not There
Posted at 1:55 pm , on March 3, 2019
I’m here,
in the same place
I choose to be,
doesn’t matter where,
the coffee shop,
my chair,
I’m in the same place
still wishing,
yearning,
every day,
my side of town
lately
is the only satisfying
reason
to keep my pace
with who I am,
doesn’t mean that
on the weekend,
on the hours,
the minutes,
the seconds of our lives,
I want her
to stay as far away as she can,
no it doesn’t mean that at all,
means in a winter’s day,
she would melt the ice,
keeps our lives
apart
in a quiet illusion,
what was,
what once is,
what can I possibly do,
say
to imagine
otherwise,
when all I wish,
is the door,
to open
into my arms ..
in the same place
with her,
alone.
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A Sweet Tear
Posted at 10:29 am , on March 2, 2019
If only in a moment, we might listen to our heart.
We might trust love will always exist in those quiet frames when alone we wish, we ponder, we allow our mind to wander to a softer time when we could just live within the scope of our passion.
If only in a moment, we might trust our soul.
There will be an ache because we have once known love, felt it, yearned its Grace inside a wonderful travel of sweet elegance. We can look to a beautiful sunny winter’s day and recognize there is a certain splendor in the air having the ability to recognize that emotion did bring us to a region of our heart will always be ready for quiet reflection.
If only in a moment, I might remember eyes.
For that quiet recall, I will see love, and hold on to her magic forever.
~ finding my way, a personal journey ~
for Zelda
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