Compelled to create an abstract,
with words yet to exist.
Visions created of realism,
with lines all amiss.
Leaving photographic memories,
questioning negative beliefs.
Setting free thoughts drawn out,
frame-less shapes hung in relief .
Day is night on canvas white,
rainbow palettes breathing life.
The bull’s tempered with a knife.
Clouds grow with strokes of blue.
Heat is felt with a brush of teeth.
Cold repelled under layered coats.
Bloody ink beats forever free.
Pages fill black ultimately.
All is done at infinity,
Beyond now we can’t see
Stories tell meaning depends.
Writing starts abstraction ends.
Good morning Monday,
our week’s underway.
The day starts surely,
as our nights end early.
Dreams fill moments between.
Times of darkness go unseen.
Hearts and mind rest at ease,
hearing your whispers on the breeze.
Of Interest to All
The value of life
is not what’s made of given.
But times spent liven.
If love was defined
and the worlds’ hopes undenied
the poet side lined.
Life’s intersections give route.
All roads lead somewhere.
It’s the perfect end to a perfect night.
We kissed in the rain beneath the blue light.
Seems Mother Nature had her chance.
She lit up the sky for our romance.
Weekend’s wonderful when with you.
Our day now beckons with much to do.
First a tasty lunch and a little walk,
holding hands we’ll laugh and talk.
Then off to party in the mystical wood.
Where children will frolic and all is good.
We’ll share a sunset and see a show.
We’ll sing along to songs we both know.
Home again, the hour’s now late.
We’ll snuggle a bit and plan our next date.
Though days or nights jubilant whatever we do.
The time transcends when alone with you.
Full moon glistens on a rippled sea.
Reflections dance ever-changing and free.
A path’s illuminated for us to follow.
Horizons await our tomorrow.
This morning’s poem for you I write,
of lucid visions dreamt in the night.
Images pass of cloudless days,
free of worry, blues or grays.
Our sunsets color an endless shore.
Mornings dance across the kitchen floor.
Hand in hand the future we greet.
Hurdles conquered leapt with four feet.
Two heads balance on shoulders twice broad.
Laughter’s twice loud with joy to afford.
Love’s twice strong with hearts entwined.
My dreams dreamt with you I find.
By day distracted with thoughts of you.
By night distracted with the work I do.
My sleep’s not good and diet worse.
I think exercise sounds like a curse.
Dreams bring solace asleep or awake.
Love is felt when your hand I take.
Satisfaction overwhelms when we kiss.
Our moments together are always bliss.
The past is gone, no time for blame.
With pen in hand this mind I’ll tame.
The future’s calling clear and loud.
My heart is certain, my heads in a cloud.
The day ahead leaves little choice.
Tomorrows together we’ll rejoice.
For it is you that I’m profoundly attracted.
I’d finish this poem but now I’m distracted.
I write by day, I write by night.
I write of darkness and of light.
I write of nature and worlds to explore.
I’ve written less, I’ve written more.
I write of emotion and of art.
I write of flutters in my heart.
I write of the old and the new.
I’ve written of joy and sadness too.
I write of dreams that fill my brain.
I write of love that’ll never wane.
I write for me to let you know.
I write for you so my feelings show.
She looks at me.
Its love I see.
The place I should be.
Her gaze returned.
With love we’ve yearned.
Tomorrow’s vision learned.
Hands will touch.
We’re feeling much.
If love is, this is such.
The sun has risen, a poet’s alone.
He‘s perched on a porch,
atop his worn throne.
The birds whisper clues,
of nature’s good news.
And words start to flow.
At the top of the stair,
my love dreams there,
awaiting a kiss on her cheek.
Eyes soon to open,
we both will see,
this day has bloomed for she.
Our time apart,
let’s call it art,
performed for you and me.
of time elated,
hearts and minds set free.
cos soon you’ll be greeted,
by dreams and wishes related.
our passion consumes,
inhibitions now defeated.
The curtain will close,
the applause still goes
and fantasy’s now to start.
The love that we’ve made,
is never to fade,
and encores forever to see.
Where a river meets a bay,
a quaint sheltered village lay.
Ships of yore still ply the docks.
A tiny lighthouse warns of rocks.
Haunting sounds linger on the breeze.
Shanties of old still to please.
Times bygone we’ve all to explore.
The past opens today’s unknown door.
Nights brighter compared to the then.
Our days shorter way back when.
Yesterday’s preserve tomorrows map.
Horizons calm or a trap.
A brass band will play.
Then home with you.
Goodnight perfect day.
Word’s a mere generic symbology,
a blip in time of human technology.
Millennia unfolds, meaning’s to learn.
Linguistically labored is the futures concern.
Truth is felt, lies always lurking.
Voices still spirits working.
Sensation’s sensed and souls embrace.
Or silence awaits this human race.
The colors of morning fill sleepy eyes.
A blank page awaits today’s sunrise.
Dreams are fading with a new day’s start.
Reality awakens with love in my heart.
Thoughts of you fill my scrambled mind.
Words are brewing but they’re yet to find.
Passion’s tricky to express in rhyme.
Though volumes written for you in time.
I think I saw a fairy flying in the wood.
I think I saw a fairy, wouldn’t that be good.
I think I felt that fairy skim across my face.
Speedily she flitted, must’ve been a race.
I know I saw that fairy come fly my way.
An alarm then soundly sounded,
I think I’ll start the day.
The future awaits your love song,
so I’ll keep writing, it won’t be long.
It’ll be the story of a lucky guy.
He looked to the heavens and given the sky.
His clouds paint murals of contemplation.
The wind whispers melodic inspiration.
In the dark of night visions now clear and bright.
The day’s sunlight consumed by your sight.
Sunrise’s more vibrant as each new day begins.
Sunsets shared and this lucky guy wins.
Feelings of perfection I love so much,
we both smile when our bodies touch.
We laugh and talk into the night,
our eyes twinkle with delight.
She purrs sometime when we kiss.
My heart roars feeling bliss.
Another perfect weekend, how can that be true.
Yet every day is brighter when they’re shared with you.
I have not a clue what the future has in store.
But every moment together leaves me wanting more.
A simple flower, delicate and strong,
its life has meaning though not for long.
Enduring the sun, wind and rain,
it’s simple of purpose, a day again.
Nurturing beauty for all to share,
flowers all, if simply we dare.
I feel it in my fingers.
I feel it in my toes.
I feel it in my head.
I feel it on my nose.
I feel it in my body.
I feel it in my heart.
I feel your love is with me,
even when you’re not.