Just Gone

not just one, not just two, but a million and one gather around you

not just me, not just him or her, but a battalion, an army, loves you

a day in your life, and night in your dreams, all cool and sweet

just one more hour, one more day, propels you down the street

you stumble, you step, you make your feet to meet the sun

you sleep, you wake, you choose yourself to walk, to run

you’re gone, no more steps

no more dreams, you slept

just gone

no more me

no more we

no more you

not even a few

not one

Falling

Tired but cannot sleep

scrambled thoughts invade my mind

night becoming day

The past cannot stay

faster now, you run away

falling in the dark

The bell starts to peal

held suspended in our dreams

which one is real

Time elevates time

to sleep, a train whistles sleep

slumber into deep

Empty nights without dreams of you

Pain flies as I see your face in the clouds

Empty days when thoughts of you are blown away

Where Do You Lie

Photograph by Emma Thompson (granddaughter)

The blue was pink, then orange, then grey

an evening fought for time of day

Where have you gone, where do you lie?

Across the miles, with the clouds in the sky

Aidan Turner, Only Human

His Eyes

Golden amber, glisten like shimmering pools of diamonds touched by magic

showing love, joy, happy anticipation

then withdrawn with quiet contemplation

showing anger, his thirst, his raucous rebellion

a lust for life, the twinkle of a star, one in a million.

Come back to me, come back to love; heart stopping, pounding, where the tongue was dipped into a revitalizing supping nectar, a full bodied sweetness. My pulse was yours, and yours mine, where love cleaved with passion and eagerness.

Counter the wronged now, remove the towel, wipe the brow

words yet to be said, bandage that from which life has bled

Another sleepless night

Sleepless night...oh, sleepless night...I toss and I turn, I turn on the light. Visions of waves, visions of flowers, visions of sonnets swim, swim, swim, invading my mind with a cascade of showers.

My heart beats, oh, how it beats, missing the tempo, skipping sleep. Thunderstorms in dreams, where noise clammers and shines its beams....turn out the light, my mind wants to pray, but then there is one more word I have to say. 

I close my eyes, there you are again, words drowning out words, again and again. Being accepted into the dark, now closing my eyes as the sun raises the mark.

Sail Away

Photograph by Ele Kittl

The sea crackles and snaps to attention; the sea of glass breaks in a thousand pieces across the bow this day in time...sail away, sail away, sail away one last time. A single winged gull catches the surf; throws his head back and cries, sail away, sail away, sail away, this time is mine!

My Haiku For You ~ Sleep Music

eyes alert will see

voices whisper in the dark

deep silence waiting

sleep hums beside us

turning once, turning again

the music of night

My Haiku For You~Words of Love

on the eve of love

a threshold to cross over

embrace the moment

evermore

my hand in your hand

steps to take along the path

to be met halfway

forevermore

My Haiku for you ~ The Night Scent

flowers soak warm sun

night will bring its scented air

listen on the breeze

calling you to bed

inhale and sleep lovely scents

all is well tonight

Blank

my mind goes blank tonight

I want to write, but I draw a blank

how many ways can you write about love?

comparisons, analogies, metaphorical, mind bending

I've twisted it, curved it, craved it, shaved it, tossed it away

and yet it continues to walk toward me, on me, leaving its marks

one sentence, a completion of your existence, one small proof

you tossed me a word, and I wanted the entire sentence

a thought, one tiny thought is all I longed for, hoped for

you threw me a crumb, and I craved the whole loaf

My Haiku For You~"Gesundheit"

flowers, weeds and things

heavy is the pollen now

sneezing bees, haachoo!

surf is up today!

but feeling down all-around

can’t go out to play!

summer colds abound

tissues used beyond the norm

resting is the plan

My Love and I

Time passes, my love

Time and time again, my love seeks to reinvent, to find its meaning in the losses of years passed

Time passes, my love

Time travels at warp speed, longing to see, yearning to believe in a future with you again

Time passes, my love

hold on fast, time travelers are the driving force behind the wheel of destiny’s heartbeat

Time passes, my love

Lean into the sun’s rays, lean against the shoulder of strength and forgiveness 

Don’t hesitate

Time passes my love

Live your fate

My Haiku(s) For You~ Confection

the mind holds so much fear, give your heart up

looking high and low

I have a dream of you dear

deep and near to my heart

loving lifts you up

a smile each day to give away

kindness and caring

chocolate chips melting

hot sun sweetened confection

lips bursting with love

nocturnal ramblings

suddenly September blooms

lost in heady sweets

Mourn

sick of this earth

sick of its death

down comes the rain

down comes its mirth

thunderous moments, evening sky

down comes the rain

don’t let me cry

tortured with grief, lie after lie

don’t let me mourn

don’t let me die

Can I Love You?

You were my friend, both night and day

You left

I left

Without a word

Neither could stay

Love came to you

I loved you too

I want out

Let me out

Take me away

Far, far away

Better to have loved

No

To die alone

Yes

To grieve

No

Death comes to all who have loved and lost

Can I love you?

Stay away

Let me die

Die

The stench overpowers, overbears, stiffens the mind with repugnant dreams.

Hurt fills the room, it smothers, it strangles, it stifles the air with pungent memories.  Memories, sweet memories.  How I loved, in those memories.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v4VoRJUgpmQ

Summer is Here

Peonies photographed by Angelique Manchanda-Peres 

this is the summer for peonies

delicate centers like tiny beads

colors sparkle in evening rain

song birds sing to an evening train  

winter frost and icicles gone

summertime, green is the lawn

beach shore calls, friends rush to play  

beautiful castles, waves topple away

kids wiggle their toes is the warming sand

then jump to run to the popsicle man

climbing trees and reading books

hide and seek, finding nooks

flying kites  and red balloons

hiking mountains and watching loons

prairie grasses and mud pie making

it’s summertime, fun for the taking

My Haiku for You~ Lonely Tear

Tear splashes tonight

anger, hurt, crying baby

guns killing again

Again and again

stop the evil, Lord, this day

beseech heavens, turn around

Look, the cost is death

pray for peace, all day and night

grant sorrow to end

The Seabirds Fly

June 18, 2015 - San Bernardino National Forest  

View from Palm Springs, Calif.  Photography:Reuters/Sam Mircovich

the air is thick with smoke

encumbered by the spray of resined goo

the seabirds challenge their wings

burning lungs and breath will choke

first one then two

the flights are low, then higher they sing

breezes change, seabirds remove your cloak

out to sea to grasp the clouds, time to renew

Iceland, A Landscaped Story

Photographs by Angelique Manchanda-Peres from Hofn in Iceland

Stark, stunning, striking and remote, an achingly beautiful scene of serenity within the eerie nature of landscapes;  profound in our words, as a living being waiting to be born.

Unique fields of grasses of greens and browns, dotted with rare sprays of wildflowers, showing off in front of a background of white ice-capped mountains and glaciers; only to be here.  

Night falls into a bleak yet profound and majestic melancholy.  How many ways can you describe such haunting music to be heard from this rapture in nature?

Most of these descriptive words were used by the people (friends of Angelique) who viewed her pictures. I was simply possessed when I read them all, I had to put them into sentence form. 

Angelique's view of nature, as you can see in her photographs of landscapes, flowers and people, are all beautiful in her eyes, and we are privileged to be a witness to this grace. Thank you, again, Angelique, for allowing me to show-off your world in pictures.