I thought about the world its time and its space guiding lovers aloft with a most subtle trace. You touched my hand I revealed my heart the sand still the same for souls that never part. I whisper your troubles you sink deep in my eyes mountain tops surround us and the moon touches the sky. Hold me on nights quiet as any as I long for your love with my breath on your lips together we rise up above. 0...
Read MoreIt was spring the sun brightened the pink petals on my bedspread watered by a heavy flow of tears gushing from my reddened eyes– tears taking root building a home inside my broken soul. Palms held together praying, cradling myself from the clutching grip on my heart, how it seizes the air from my lungs and burrows holes in me, tearing down walls of my spirited existence. Muffled wails shed more streaming tears into the lonely recesses of night– weepy still at dawn. But in the frail...
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I can look up at a blue sky like it’s here just for me on a day when gray clouds would have pulled me into the ground, the way the earth drinks the rain. I can write my emotions in a poem till I’ve emptied my soul, less weighty, less dispirited over another estranged someone I gave my heart and needed to take it back. I can wake up tomorrow and it will be the next day farther from this one full of intrinsic belief that the sky inside my heart will be blue no matter...
Read MoreAbove the wind’s howl my heartbeat quivers; still alive, still in love. In between drops of rain hitting my window pane my love searches for you in it’s empty spaces. Upon a dark and wintry night my warmth, an amber glow brightens the happy corners of your smile on a cold and rainy night when loving you was never more right. A Wet Winter’s… John Atkinson… Buy This at Allposters.com 0...
Read MoreI found the direction to your heart along the road to your soul both brimming with tender sweet love. I’m held close with wanting limbs of such gentle strength. Your fingertips trace the curvature of my smile amid morning quiet deliciously pining for each other with a kiss, and again, I am reminded by sweet breath we share how we will always love this way since discovering who we are in each other’s arms. Romantic Embrace Brent Heighton Buy This at Allposters.com 0...
Read MoreIn my perfect life I grow vegetables and lots of herbs right outside through the kitchen screen door, opening to my garden. With shears in my hand I’m cutting basil and parsley for an Italian dinner. I’m happiest when the tomatoes are red and ripe, and there’s enough zucchini for a whole summer. Across the garden, a man is in the garage, tinkering with electronics to see if he can get them going. He watches me picking vegetables, kneeling, hands in the soil. He’s...
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