Share the words that melts my heart & I'll kiss the day you came
#vss365
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All the wonderful people I could squeeze into 1 pack
Feel free to join them in the conversation
& how quiet my memories lay, holding the aching wounds of platitudes at bay
Amore.. At night when my thoughts raced,
softly the wind's lips blew upon the veils
& opened my view to the rigmaroles of street life cafés
In those places that the warmth of you will never fade
& how quiet my memories lay, holding the aching wounds of platitudes at bay
Amore.. At night when my thoughts raced,
softly the wind's lips blew upon the veils
& opened my view to the rigmaroles of street life cafés
In those places that the warmth of you will never fade
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rewinding a dream
raindrops rise
from the rosemary
.
#naturepoetry #haiku #poetry #ScifikuSaturday
📸 - flowerriotgardens
rewinding a dream
raindrops rise
from the rosemary
.
#naturepoetry #haiku #poetry #ScifikuSaturday
📸 - flowerriotgardens
How mystique the bliss of a summer rain
Cascading into the likeness of its half weights
The Sun's eyes steeped in the particles of every grain
Ti amore.. in a half open doorway
You don't have to hide no more
I am yours, forever yours
How mystique the bliss of a summer rain
Cascading into the likeness of its half weights
The Sun's eyes steeped in the particles of every grain
Ti amore.. in a half open doorway
You don't have to hide no more
I am yours, forever yours
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#vss365 #amwriting
#vss365 #amwriting
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the first soft names of winter,
sunlight on silk threads
and the tenderness of decay
frost #sightseeing
the hunger of wild things
where the worms
make a rune in the mud
bone and socket warnings
in all the sticks and all the stones
and the meaningless sorrow
of tiny bones
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the first soft names of winter,
sunlight on silk threads
and the tenderness of decay
frost #sightseeing
the hunger of wild things
where the worms
make a rune in the mud
bone and socket warnings
in all the sticks and all the stones
and the meaningless sorrow
of tiny bones
#vss365
once familiar roads
through fields & orchards
she moves
wrapped in mist & wind
untethered by purpose
at peace in the present
unbothered by rules
feeling the earth
beneath alive
fully immersed
in the world
she gets
serenely lost
in the intoxication of life
#vss365
#art C.Reznitchenko
once familiar roads
through fields & orchards
she moves
wrapped in mist & wind
untethered by purpose
at peace in the present
unbothered by rules
feeling the earth
beneath alive
fully immersed
in the world
she gets
serenely lost
in the intoxication of life
#vss365
#art C.Reznitchenko
choked with smoke
Through a stained mirror,
I peer,
Wandering the ruins of its thought,
Chasing the end of a poem
I never wrote
#vss365 #poetry
choked with smoke
Through a stained mirror,
I peer,
Wandering the ruins of its thought,
Chasing the end of a poem
I never wrote
#vss365 #poetry
Neath flailing branches of the old oak,
at the hour wher freedom roams
& shadows of the half lifes boast
, sightseeing over the riotous ocean
I have found you
A courted beam of moonlight, from half besotted skies, wandering into the dims of twilight
& in it I found your eyes
Neath flailing branches of the old oak,
at the hour wher freedom roams
& shadows of the half lifes boast
, sightseeing over the riotous ocean
I have found you
A courted beam of moonlight, from half besotted skies, wandering into the dims of twilight
& in it I found your eyes
All the wonderful people I could squeeze into 1 pack
Feel free to join them in the conversation
All the wonderful people I could squeeze into 1 pack
Feel free to join them in the conversation
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The thoughts in my brain
Is like a suitcase,
with no handles to carry the weight
Of that which withered
& yet empty of its atoms
Amor.. the journey of a thousand storms
Wrapped in lace with gold spun chords
With embroided initials
The thoughts in my brain
Is like a suitcase,
with no handles to carry the weight
Of that which withered
& yet empty of its atoms
Amor.. the journey of a thousand storms
Wrapped in lace with gold spun chords
With embroided initials
I feel
I'm
Dandelion pip
A pale patch
On the emerald dress
Stubbornly alive
Grapple,grow without
Aim in life
I fly
Where winds desire
I'm on a journey with time since East dropping ruby fire
I Move on
It's my serendipity to move
Uprooted
Blown away
Scattered
To rise again
#vss365 #inkmine
Hey my @lr-publisher fans! The #journey is over. Thrilled to announce that Cindy Georgakas’ book Celebrating Poetry is here. A splendid book that will help many find their way in this complicated life. Please help me spread the word.
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Hey my @lr-publisher fans! The #journey is over. Thrilled to announce that Cindy Georgakas’ book Celebrating Poetry is here. A splendid book that will help many find their way in this complicated life. Please help me spread the word.
www.amazon.com/Celebrating-...