my secret lover

my secret lover

his morning song can consume me-

dark blossom bouquet that burns through

these dry cracks

showers off my dirt

makes me whole again;

able to run in the meadow-

when i close my eyes i can smell you

blowing in the wind.

 

quiet still thoughts sap my strength

hold me hostage to this sweet inner peace.

secret passions burning

looking for a place to call home-

his constant fire brands me his-

the endless refrain that plays out

a song with words that only we can sing.

 

my secret lover

always new, yet still the same

sweet voice and soul and smile unchanged;

the careless whisper that i long to hear

sends out his muted signals for me to get

and i wait with baited breath for the call;

the quiet plea to the place

where i discover what love should be.

 

morning crisis

i can sit here/relaxed

comfortable in yesterday

dreaming happily/with music and songs

with sun/moon or dust

sit happily hoping for tomorrow

planning/constructing

still trying to remember

the day before this/

questions unanswered/whys and hows and who/unsolved mysteries/

like when does yesterday start and when does tomorrow end

beginnings

and so it began like christmas morn

anxious and excited

i gather my thoughts

my words wrapped up like little shiny gifts

under wrap and foil and bows.

here i sit…waiting patiently to be inspired.

A quick note…

If you want to know a little more about what I really enjoy doing, feel free to check out my FB page at All That Drama! Productions. I love to write not only poetry but plays as well. I also love to act and have been doing so in community theatre and church productions for years.  Any other skit and playwrights out there?

Hi Fellow Marathoners!

This is Carolyn in Baltimore.  I am trying out a post in Word Press just to be sure everything is up and running.  I am another one who always writes love poetry but I will try to experiment with some different stuff during the marathon. Expecting to be challenged before its all said and done.

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