Dance in the dark

I can see the moon over the meadow, As you twirl into my arms, We'll dance in the dark, And race the rivers where they run. For you and I fill find a place, Beneath a blanket made of stars, To start afresh. When the dawn is almost upon us, We will find our footsteps…

Shadows have remained

You leave pieces of yourself, Scattered everywhere you frequent, And your memories are suspended in time. Every life that you have brushed up against, Lives with an imprint of you, That is trapped in their mind. Time may change you, But your memory forever remains the same. It's like leaving each place, That you have…

Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 44: (STEAL) in the B rhyme line.

Spring blossoms and soft fragrant love, Gently seeps into hearts to steal, As it beats fast in a cartwheel, And all malice given a shove, Melody and love hand in glove, Tranquil wisps blow away the gloom, Passions roared in the narrow flume, Splashing an array of hues bright, Leaving one rapt in pale moonlight,…

An ode to spring-3(a cinquain)

A song, Euphonious, Lilting,stirring,blending, Spreading tranquility unfeigned, A bliss.

An ode to Spring -2( an etheree)

Soulful melody through whispering trees, Luscious notes reverberating through, Infusing into my deep core, Redolent with love unbound, Seeping into cold veins, An ambrosial rythm, Full of sweet love Icicles, Melted, A Bliss, Deep.

Where

As the cannons roared, Balls of fire, Streaking the dark skies, Tainting my soil red. I wonder, Where the love went? I yearn for those days, When vernal bloom, Thawed the icy facades. When warmth seeped, Infusing life into cloistered cages. A playful gambol, A fragrant melody, It reverberated the land. And now! An eerie…

Thursday photo prompt: Still #writephoto

A snowy, glassy cage had captured me in, But now it stands cracked. Lines so finely etched, Making me marvel, All the more. The sun is out, Prancing on a sea of blue, Amidst the wisps of pristine white, That float softly around. Blizzards have simmered down, Their ego hushed by the Vernal Charm. The…

Celebration and Jubilation….

Decibels of Joy, Unsung verses, A placid symphony, It is that time of year. A surreal white, A burnished cold, That warms your heart, Soothing the anguish, Subduing the rant, It makes you smile. You want to live it each time, For it is that time of year, When love pervades, Amidst jingles of joy,…

Shadows ( a haiku )

Two hearts side by side, Embalmed in a golden bliss, And now umbrageous.

Colleen’s 2019 Weekly#Tanka Tuesday#Poetry Challenge No.126″ Poet’s Choice of Words”

My words are Love and Joy. Passion and Rapture are the synonyms that I have taken for my Enteree A utopian dream that could be true, Deluged with an ecstatic rapture, The verdant lands with ardor lush, A blizzard of hope abounds, Fountains of passion gush, Redolent and soft, Ambrosia sweet, Quenching thirst, Of souls,…