Tears are running down my cheeks as I write this poem. (…) I realize that everything I am writing, I have said to you already But never enough, never that way. Advertisements
Strengthened by time, their bond will resist. Nothing will waver his confidence, He knows she expects the best from him… …and vice versa.
Poetic worlds inspire. Wise words that sing to you like you have known their melody all along. Words so simple and direct that they resonate at your core instantly, their message imprinted at the back of your mind for days and days to come.
Her words draw upon our imagination and build connections with our own experiences. She views nature and the world around her as a companion, a mirror in which she sees her own aspirations.
Walking up the river stream, water gently splashes on my limbs. With a light pep in the steps I hum and turn around, encouraged – I hear you laugh and whistle along. I smile. To you I feel connected.
No matter what I do My mind keeps going back to you Make me dance in the blaze of that bonfire Make me twirl, whirl under the light of stars
When I think of you My heart flutters Beats unexpected rhythms My phone beeps It is you Cheeks fire up Heart burns When I read Even the simplest words You affect me In ways I did not expect Surprise me At every turn
Sparks fly across the room ricocheting words jumping from my mouth to his and back. Each thought shared, more intimate, more eager than the last. Then out of their depth, his eyes come into focus. He stares into mine.
I recall (…) riding my bike to my Gran’s hotel, crossing the Place des Vosges, walking through the gates into the hotel’s courtyard, (…) She is standing right outside the wrought iron fence and seems engaged in a heated conversation. She moves to walk away as I step closer.
“Short as life may be, you always need to breathe. It is the present that counts, the moments you live. So I stop and contemplate until I feel satiated enough with where, and who I am right now. (…) After that pause, I feel right on time, right where I am supposed to be.”
“The storm is performing an ever-evolving rendering, A natural lullaby that entices me Away from a land of dreams. Immovably, ever so gently, I break free from slumber”
A whole piece of my evening is missing. Erased from my thoughts surgically, leaving a dark, gaping mouth in my memories. A mysterious black hole filled with untouchable matter I can’t see. An illusion of emptiness drawing me in, absorbing all of my attention…