Come to me like a wild horse unbridled longing for the river
like a morning prayer on the heart wanting nothing more
Come to me with pining like a widow waiting for her love
like a soldier in the trenches, begging for cease fire ...
Come to me like a dove gliding over peaceful waters
like the otter and the kelp in a symbiotic drift
Come to me like stars of night shining with accord
like the morning sun at dawn, rising still on you
Come to me like a morning cup of coffee freshly brewed
like a sleeping soul awakened by dreams of yesterday
Come to me like the diner bell exhaling all your waits
like a soft caress on the skin filled with enchanting sin
come to me lover with your loving touch,
for I love you, so much !
I love this type of poetry and It does get the reader lost in your words. Thank you for sharing.
I have recently started writing poetry again here after being away for a few years.
Okay, keep that coffee pot hot and I'll be right over! Filled with wonderful entreaties like "enchanted sin." Who wouldn't want to take advantage of such lovely thoughts.
The craftsmanship and the glory of your poem is this: with only 20 different letters or so, you have taken me on a journey, unlike any other, and shown me a landscape I had never seen before, one that is filled with joy, sensitivity, fun, and romance. They say that life is unfair but you have shown there is beauty and love everywhere. You turn the ordinary into the extraordinary.
Potential meets purpose for great accomplishments in the life of a young student.
A young student is interested in learning coding programs. He applies and is rejected because of his age. He does not give up and tries again and is accepted. Eventu
Enjoyed,
Myra
Myra Wexler Darwish
I have recently started writing poetry again here after being away for a few years.
Rose
You make a really cool image, too.
Ron