oh ye men
of little faith
would cause upon
my heart to break
and what should
be a gentle calm
within me is
a pregnant storm
seasons passions
know this fire
embers churning
with desire
exploding now
with quickened temper
because you sorrow
in dismember
seeing not my
sacred kiss
knowing not
the light i give
sigh..
to Mondays woeful child
would i now
bite my tongue
looking further
of beyond
where warm of sun
and brighter nights
soars me to
imagined heights
synergy
replaces doubt
and harmony pulses
to erase my pout
would my mouth
be better worn
in spiting fire
or liquid warm
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
From the author of Jupiter Remembered and Until It’s Time: Embracing Life In Our Later Years comes Petals of Love: Poetry of a Woman’s Soul – a heartfelt collection spanning more than thirty-five years. Through tender reflections, these poems offer g
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This is a magical write! Strong flow, it reads wonderful out loud!
Hugs,
Maria
excellent Debby
William
or liquid warm" luv it!
Reindeer