I may not know your name yet,
but I dream of warm, delicate sunset
where I sense you in the sweetness
of summer watermelons
you are too far, distant to fetch
like stars, my hands unable to catch.
I may not know the color of your eyes,
but I would recognize your kindness,
a tender gesture of a stranger passing by
when tired day spits me out
and my heavy, wrinkled sigh is caught
in a gentle grip and contagious smile.
I may not know of your past
but I would hear your silent prayer
where you long for fragile moments
those diamond years crushed to dust,
for missed glittering winter dawns,
erased touch, forgotten so fast.
I may not know your language yet,
but you and only you would understand
the story I’m about to tell:
a story of a girl who’s eagerness ignites
leaves the trail of light behind.
Feathered step, rose petals that excite
like butterfly dance in the stormy wind
tempestuous emotion, shown for a second
a scent, a hint, exhilarating
sting to any sleepy heart
awakening love buried deep,
mending hope that’s teared apart.
Her soul is moon, faint and dim
as seen through tree branches,
but soft and inviting, staunchest
in any life mystery.
Her hair like a wavy tapestry
of cascading Irish basalt
frames her silky face,
cherry lips, slightly apart
with each breath tremble,
like a leaf on a sudden breeze.
Her eyes, deep green
mountain lakes hide secret,
fragments of fear, haunted
deer in the spring meadow,
which only men with pure intentions
could comprehend, could see.
She is small, spindle and thin
always accompanied by a shadow
of red umbrella, bouncing in her hand
as she collects rain and white pebbles
at the nearby river bank. Her dress,
neatly ironed, patchworked cotton
apostrophizes her hourglass shape.
An ivory button adorns
her neck as collar lace
over-brims her firm breasts.
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and the ninth day
reveals the angel;
made of fantasies
and dream dust!
loved loved loved it!!! ๐ ๐
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thanks for this cute poem, so thoughtful of you ๐
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my pleasure!! ๐ ๐
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Getter better and better โค๏ธ๐นโค๏ธ
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I’m so glad you like the poem Elaine – we are fast approaching our first twist ๐
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Can’t wait ๐ณ
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Absolutely fantastic fellow…. Please take a look at my poems too…. Hope you like them too…
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You’ve spun some magic with these lines …
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Oh, thanks for the compliment ๐
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