It's the Sunday 8-Sentence snippet. A talented group of writers post and share an excerpt or a work in 8 sentences. Check out the other submissions here: Weekend Writing Warriors
This week's poem: Ah...sweet, new love...need I say more?
To Steal a Kiss
To steal a kiss--
If only.
There you are,
Across the room.
My heart launches
Out towards you.
Those moments,
Private tenderness,
Sustain me.
But
There you are,
So close, and yet more distant than I wish.
I touch you with my gaze,
Or try.
When will I hold you again?
I close my eyes
And dream...
Friday, October 25, 2013
Saturday, October 12, 2013
Birthday Girl
It's time for this week's poem.
The past several years have been eventful for me, with experiences and discovery spanning life's highs and lows. My dad, at the age of 80, was diagnosed with end stage lung cancer. It took less than a year to claim his life.
Last year I came to the realization after decades of marriage, that it absolutely was not serving me, and I found myself navigating through separation and divorce. It did not go well. But today I am free and living authentically.
Yesterday was my birthday, and on a flight to my hometown, I looked out the window, and the sky, as it often does, reminded me of my dad, whom I adore.
Sky
Landscape mosaic below me,
Sparkling blue with infinite haze before me,
My mind turns to you -
What lies in your day today?
The time space continuum molts and pulls-
Instead of "today", there is: always.
Do I please you?
I hear your voice, expressing your love and pride in my life's work: my family.
It is still in my heart - dread and fear no longer reign.
Your joy in me, your love, is -
It always will be.
Now I know.
Dadems, I miss you - the bittersweet lies at opposing axes.
I know.
For more Weekend Writing Warriors submissions, go here.
My view as I wrote the poem:
The past several years have been eventful for me, with experiences and discovery spanning life's highs and lows. My dad, at the age of 80, was diagnosed with end stage lung cancer. It took less than a year to claim his life.
Last year I came to the realization after decades of marriage, that it absolutely was not serving me, and I found myself navigating through separation and divorce. It did not go well. But today I am free and living authentically.
Yesterday was my birthday, and on a flight to my hometown, I looked out the window, and the sky, as it often does, reminded me of my dad, whom I adore.
Sky
Landscape mosaic below me,
Sparkling blue with infinite haze before me,
My mind turns to you -
What lies in your day today?
The time space continuum molts and pulls-
Instead of "today", there is: always.
Do I please you?
I hear your voice, expressing your love and pride in my life's work: my family.
It is still in my heart - dread and fear no longer reign.
Your joy in me, your love, is -
It always will be.
Now I know.
Dadems, I miss you - the bittersweet lies at opposing axes.
I know.
For more Weekend Writing Warriors submissions, go here.
My view as I wrote the poem:
Friday, October 4, 2013
Birthday Wishes
So it's October now. The sun still holds some warmth, and the colors are beginning to turn. Lovely time of year.
This week's offering is a birthday poem I wrote for my sweetie. It may not be polished - but it is heartfelt. ("Creative grammar" has been applied, in order to meet the 8 sentence guideline.)
The day you were born,
The world became brighter-
The sparkle of your inner joy
Lights my world.
Let's melt and flow,
And I don't mean like Rocky Road-
You are the butter to my popcorn,
That gives it zest and flavor-
The shade to my lamp,
That tempers the light and sets the mood.
The sound of our unbridled laughter, rushes forth with pure delight-
The look in your eyes - that look,
And the world melts away-
Nestled in your arms, I am safe from harm - for a little while.
The me reflected in your eyes,
Is me-
And that is joy. Freedom. And well-being.
So Happy Birthday to you, my love.
May your kindness and goodness continue to light your way, now and for years to come.
For more Weekend Writing Warriors submissions, go here.
This week's offering is a birthday poem I wrote for my sweetie. It may not be polished - but it is heartfelt. ("Creative grammar" has been applied, in order to meet the 8 sentence guideline.)
The day you were born,
The world became brighter-
The sparkle of your inner joy
Lights my world.
Let's melt and flow,
And I don't mean like Rocky Road-
You are the butter to my popcorn,
That gives it zest and flavor-
The shade to my lamp,
That tempers the light and sets the mood.
The sound of our unbridled laughter, rushes forth with pure delight-
The look in your eyes - that look,
And the world melts away-
Nestled in your arms, I am safe from harm - for a little while.
The me reflected in your eyes,
Is me-
And that is joy. Freedom. And well-being.
So Happy Birthday to you, my love.
May your kindness and goodness continue to light your way, now and for years to come.
For more Weekend Writing Warriors submissions, go here.
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