leaves leaving ~autumn calls loud and clear let go - fall
floating free one by one yellow flakes have some fun
the wind says ride on me I'll take you down gently
I’m trying this poetry form I met on Val’s blog Murisopsis. It’s a Cethramtu Rannaigechta Moire, an Irish poetical form that is composed of one or more quatrains where all lines are limited to 3 syllables. The 2nd and 4th lines rhyme. A poetic form I can’t pronounce 😀
scent of ash sneaking out of a memory locked in time warped by moments and madness whose embers never died or so it seems as the magic of our last kiss wafts at my cold feet willing me to gather the remnants of yesterday
All it ever takes, is a single breath, a tendril touch that leaves the heart agape, wondrousness springing in velveteen stealth, imbuing blush pink in every cloudscape of my lost soul that just met its mirror this beatific, erotic reflection staring unblinking at the other in the afterglow of recognition
Your eyes that look through mine and goes beyond our time and space and imagination into worlds we resolve to build and bond where we are limitless; yet, we are one merging, melding, in the infinity, all in that one sweet breath you took with me
somewhere near the afternoon the sun lit up a dream I'd drawn with true coloursof mylife's storm that turns, on a whim, glee to gloom or takes me right up to the moon and back for breakfast served - a shot of coffee, extra verve only for me, that little more of my sweet life that I adore, ...all that I totally deserve!