After many debates and iterations of this, I have finally settled on a book cover design that speaks to my poetry. I am excited to get the first draft printed later this month. If all goes well, it should go live to the public in September… and then the real work begins.
Whispering reflections –
a gentle breeze in the shade,
impressions on water,
expressions of nature,
beautiful mosaic
of blues and greens
created by the Mother
Earth on an August day.
Through the storm they ran,
slipping and sliding
on the muddy hills.
It was a race home,
to see who could be the first
to receive hot cocoa,
and Mother’s warm embrace.
They longed to see
the flicker of light
in her eyes,
and hear
the soothing music
of her voice
in the comfort
of their home.
Yet the storm raged on,
with strong, heavy rain
that slashed their cheeks,
thunder that cackled
liked monsters,
wind that cried
like banshees,
lightning that blinded
their eyes,
while fear
crossed their hearts.
They may never
see Mother
again.
If you have previously visited my blog and played around with the menus and sub-menus, you will notice that my Poetry Themes have changed.
The original themes were:
Now that I have reached the final stretch of publishing my poetry book, I have updated the themes on the blog to match the actual printed product. The existing blog posts have been re-categorized accordingly. Please note that the poems will not appear in this exact order in the final book and not all poems posted here will be included in the book (as I post the poems depending on my mood). Due to how I previously categorized the poems, certain categories have more poems associated with them. I will be flushing out the sections that have fewer poems first in the coming months. I hope you enjoy the new themes listed below:
As the sun starts to rise,
I can feel her breath upon me
with the scent of morning dew.
Dancing in the breeze,
she glows with life.
Her hair rustles in the wind,
skirt flowing hypnotically
back and forth, rhythmically
and I am captivated
by her beauty.
Her wrinkled bulldog
skin glows with warmth
and I long to caress
each bump, each curve,
each crevice, touching it,
loving it, knowing it,
controlling it, predicting
her sometimes erratic behavior
as she breaks down
and cries,
shedding inches and inches
of tears
until her clothes
are no longer
dry.
When her anxiety is gone,
she smiles once more
and breaks my heart
with her rainbow emotions
and famous mid-day pastels.
Her mix of pinks and oranges
overlapping purples, intertwining
emotions freeze my eyes
with longing and I want to hold her
in my arms, in my memory
forever
under the golden, vanilla
sky.
Refreshingly sweet,
she whispers melodies
throughout the night,
calming my nerves
with her gentle voice,
brushing away pain
with a simple sweep
of her hand.
Late at night,
when I’m lost,
she guides me
with her moonlight.
Her sensual curves
of earthly tones
glows with love
as she undresses
before me
and I am struck
with awe.
A twinkle of light
sparkles in her eyes
as she melts
into the night
and I am mesmerized,
knowing, we would never
be one.
Tall and slender,
lots of curves,
buns of steel,
blue as the sky,
deep as the sea,
hopeful, bright,
and happy.
A golden interior,
leather seats
massaging my back,
caressing me.
Waiting in park,
waiting patiently.
Key to the engine,
key to his heart.
His every move
is my command.
“Imagine,”
he sings
my favorite song.
Tap, tap, we drive
slowly, cautiously.
Over time, faster,
passionately.
Right turn, left turn,
U-turn, I turn.
We move in sync
to the traffic jam,
“dancing in the moonlight.”
I light a cigarette,
the wind blows
my hair back.
His mirrored eyes
tell me how beautiful
I am.
While I’m lost
in thought,
he reads
my mind.
Green light, red light,
he knows to stop.
In hours of darkness,
he becomes my light.
When teardrops
block my vision,
he wipes away the rain.
When I become lost,
he’s my GPS.
In hours of sorrow,
he sings my song.
He takes me places
far away from here.
He sets me free
on the open highway,
under the star-filled sky.
He is “the wind
beneath my wings.”
A smile slowly creeps
onto my tired, drained face
as you woo me with words
from miles away.
I can only imagine
how it’ll sound
being whispered
in my ear.
Will it take
my breath away?
Pouty lip kisses
and emoticon hugs,
past, present, future,
anything and everything,
we talk of it,
day after day,
night after night
until my eyes droop down
and the sun comes up.
Yours and mine,
a connection
that cannot be defined.
I haven’t met you,
but I know you.
I don’t know you,
but I love you.
The stars say
it’s a dream come true,
MASH said
I’d marry K,
but I don’t know.
You’re so close,
yet so far
away.
Another mood, another day, another sky…
Rockets, gunshots,
flashes of light,
smoke in the sky,
blaring horns,
dazzling lights
people lighting
fireworks
in the sky,
dazzling lights
before my eyes.
Happy fourth
of July.
A glimpse of beauty
changes in five minutes,
and disappears in ten,
but it will always
be remembered.
Whisperings 