R.W.P "If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry".

Emily Dickinson

The intensity of my emotion,

As I wait in vain

Deems to be disconcerting

But causes me no pain

 

The hope is still there,

Brewing inside

Making me wonder,

Can I breach this divide?

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Like a feather floating in the sky,

The earth, after the rain

 

The joy within me, through days

Of darkness lights my soul

 

Laughter I gather, singing sweetly -

The comfort of your arms

 

Oh glorious days of knights and queens

Feeds the imagination

 

The feather lay upon the ground

Whole and waiting

 

The wind carries it away

On a changing tide

 

What is love?

 

Memories capture in heart shaped frames.
My finger slowly tracing your soul,

I did that to you-
Incarcerating your laughter, and your tears;

Your golden smiles beaming over the years
On the lighted sensitive surface.

“The vast landscape across the lens”
Coloring your life, memoirs are formed.

No such things as negative images with you,
Positive images emerge instantly.

I capture you, yesterday, today, tomorrow
And forever.

Guarding laments ‘pon shoulders pressed.
Past glories have fallen, monuments toppled, in ruin.
Loves Crusades fought valiant and fierce.
Alas, as is nature, fatigue gives way to his indiscipline.

The young mans guard relented to weary arms.
His fight was long, arduous. His weighty armour becomes his downfall;
to his knees. Both warriors, they acknowledge the conclusion.
With Darwinian accuracy, the victor strikes true.

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Rain beating upon my face

Your reflection I see

Speaks to me ever so softly

The glow of the candlelight

Wax dripping down, down

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