Memory Poem #9: Lance & Mina: Morning Breeze

May 22, 2017May 25, 2017 ~ whisperingsbyjkl ~ Leave a comment

Watching Mina draw
was as soothing
as watching the birds
without the need
for binoculars.

Her long, dark curls
danced in the wind
as her eyes shifted
from the ocean
to the canvas,
from the canvas
to the ocean,
and back.

The tip of her colored pencils
pressed against the canvas
back and forth, back and forth,
in a crosshatch pattern,
sometimes gently, sometimes not,
just like the ocean waves.

He loved how their lives
intertwined like the lines
on her sketchbook,
adding depth and beauty.

He watched her cheeks
glow a rosy pink
under the golden sky.
Her cream-colored blouse
billowed in the wind.

She smiled as she sketched.
Her lips – a soft, smooth
magenta pink,
and he wanted to kiss
her right then.

She took a sip
of her coffee,
leaving some lipstick
behind
and interrupted
his thoughts.

“What’s your story?”
she asked, looking at him
with her inquisitive eyes.

Memory Poem #7: Cyan & Lance: Guy Talk

May 1, 2017May 1, 2017 ~ whisperingsbyjkl ~ Leave a comment

Late in the evening,
Lance heard three knocks at the door
and knew it was Cyan
probably goofing off.

Cyan had good looks,
but Lance had never seen him
look like a celebrity heartthrob
with his hair disheveled,
shirt unbuttoned
and abs exposed.

“Can I come in?” he asked.
Lance moved aside,
closing the door behind him.

Cyan sat on the bed,
looking flustered.
Lance raised an eyebrow.
“You were with a girl,
I presume?”
Cyan nodded.
“Jillian,” he said

Lance’s heart
skipped a beat.
Jillian was a sweet girl,
he even had a little crush.
But his friend was also
a great guy.

“You guys didn’t…
did you?” Lance asked.
Cyan shook his head.
“No, she’s not ready,
but, I really, really want to,
but I also don’t want to
because I can’t commit.
I don’t know what to do.”

Cyan let out a sigh
putting his face
into his hands.
“I’ve never seen you
so flustered before,
especially over a girl.”

Cyan chuckled,
“Tell me about it.
It’s like I can’t get her
out of my head.
When I’m not with her,
I think about her.
When I see her,
I just want to touch her,
hold her, call her mine.
What is wrong with me?”

“Sounds like you’re falling in love,”
Lance laughed. Cyan groaned,
“But Europe, in two weeks…”

“I haven’t seen you this happy
with a girl, ever, not even
when you were with Bri.
You can walk away, protect your heart,
or follow it, and see where it leads.
Taking chances, living life,
that’s your motto, right?”

Cyan looked up
and met his eyes.
“Yeah, you’re right.”
He stood up,
tapping Lance’s shoulder.
“Thanks, bud. I gotta go.”
“To see Jillian?”
“Nah, I might scare her off
with my raging hormones.
I’m just gonna, uh…
satisfy myself,” he winked.
“TMI!” Lance joked,
closing the door.

Memory Poem #3: Sam & Rachel: The Proposal

March 21, 2017April 22, 2017 ~ whisperingsbyjkl ~ Leave a comment

Every so often, I will take a break from our main characters, Cyan & Jillian, and focus on some of their friends. This week, we will witness a special moment shared by Sam & Rachel.

Sam & Rachel: The Proposal

Painting at the beach
was Cyan’s idea.
Proposing to Rachel
was Sam’s secret.

Sam felt the weight
of the box
inside his pocket.
He knew the weight
of her happiness
was in his hands.
He continued to paint.

With a simple brush stroke
of white paint, Sam highlighted
the sparkle in the ring
just before Cyan approached
his piece of work.

Fidgeting in place,
Sam felt Rachel’s eyes
of curiosity
burn through his back.
He felt dizzy
from the afternoon sun.

“And Sam, here, has painted a lovely
scene at the beach,” said Cyan.
“Soft blue ocean waves
cascading onto the sand.
A beautiful young woman
in a violet dress
standing next to her beau.
He’s down on one knee…”
Cyan pauses in realization.

Rachel’s heart skips a beat.
Sam moves aside
so that she could see
the painting.
A gasps escapes her lips
as she covers her face.

He reveals a jewelry box
and gets down
on one knee.
The box opened

ever so slowly.
Rachel felt like a little girl
presented with candy.
The diamond sparkled brightly
in mid-day sun
casting light rays and rainbows
on the white sand beach.

Sam speaks,
“I remember hearing
the most beautiful laughter
the morning of my exam.
I searched all over
for the owner
of that voice.
When I finally found her,
I was taken
by her beauty and poise.

Rachel, you are perfection
in my eyes.
Wisdom, compassion, beauty,
confidence with humility.
You brighten my day
with your presence.
You make me a wiser,
more tender man.

I am in love
with the sparkle
in your soul
and forever want
to be by your side.
Rachel, will you marry me?”

“Yes, yes, yes!” she exclaimed
as tears streamed down her face.
He slipped the ring
onto her finger and she threw herself
into his arms.
The heat from the sun
warmed their hearts.

Memory Poem #2: Cyan & Jillian: The Painting

March 12, 2017April 22, 2017 ~ whisperingsbyjkl ~ Leave a comment

He handed her the painting,
the one he did this afternoon.
“This is for you,” he said,
as he waltzed back to his room.

A night time scene
at the beach.
A little boy and a little girl
cuddled together,
watching the moonlight
dance across the ocean
and the stars twinkle
in the dark blue sky.

Multiple flashlights illuminated
colored glass bottles
of different shapes and sizes
against a big ocean rock.
Red, blue, purple, green, yellow
danced in the shadow
like the Aurora Borealis.

It was a magical scene,
so gentle, so touching,
like music to the eyes.
She smiled and held the painting
against her chest, to her heart,
as she remembered
him and her
at the beach
that night.

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Memory Poem #1: Cyan & Jillian: First Kiss

March 5, 2017April 22, 2017 ~ whisperingsbyjkl ~ Leave a comment

She didn’t know why
she agreed to the kiss,
spontaneity, maybe.
She didn’t know what
she should expect
as he leaned in close.
She smelled the scent
of the sand, the ocean
and the beach.

Her heart skipped a beat
as she felt his breath
against her cheek.
His lips met hers,
soft and gentle,
like the ocean breeze.

Closing her eyes,
she breathed in…
He leaned in…
closer.
His body inches from hers,
her body against the wall.
She melted
into his arms.

For a moment, it was as if
they had disappeared
into another world
where no one was watching,
not a tree, not a bird, not a soul.

He pulled back gently,
both of them
in a daze.
He blinked,
setting down her suitcase
and cracking a smile,
as if nothing had happened.
“Here’s your room,” he said.

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Like the Ocean

February 28, 2017February 28, 2017 ~ whisperingsbyjkl ~ Leave a comment

6 months ago, I got married and the journey has been a beautiful one. To celebrate our semi-anniversary, I wanted to post this love poem that I wrote for my husband 🙂

Like the Ocean

I love holding your hand
as we walk along the sand.
I love you like the ocean
loves the land.

You brighten my day
like sunlight,
with a simple text
or a gentle caress.

You brighten my night
like moonlight,
with a kiss
and a touch.

In times of hardship,
you are the rock that supports me,
the wind that lifts me,
the flower that inspires me.

You make me alive
like the tide,
and that is why
I love you.

ocean

Unattainable

November 14, 2014November 14, 2014 ~ whisperingsbyjkl ~ Leave a comment

Last week, I posted “A Poem for Your Thoughts: Experiment 1: Stress” and I didn’t get too many comments. However, one of my friends did respond. While this poem isn’t focused on stress, I had a lot of fun writing it and do consider it a fun and collaborative piece. I will be posting an actual poem about stress later this week, but for now, I hope you enjoy this slightly “stressful” poem 🙂

Unattainable

My heart tightens in my chest
as the sound draws near
and I can hear
the dog’s leash jingle
in his grasp.
I watch his movement,
his biceps, triceps, hamstrings, quads
as he jogs with his dog
on this fine morning.

I watch his chest muscles,
his wavy hair, chiseled face,
oceanic eyes
as he jogs past me
yesterday, today, everyday
into my life, into my memory,
he stays.

His smile
takes my stress away.
His simple “good morning”
melts my heart
like sweet chocolate melting
on my tongue.
I want to hold him, touch him,
embrace him, love him
tenderly,
but all I do is mutter
“good morning” back.

I go jogging everyday
just to see his handsome face,
to share some jokes, some words,
some accidental touches,
some innocent glances,
my oh -so imagined kisses
that will never come true,
but only in my wishes,
I pretend they do,
and sometimes he does too
as I bid him farewell
every single day.

I can’t help but stare at
his muscular arms
and gentle hands.
I want to hold them,
intertwine his fingers
with mine.

He tells me his obsession
with Angel
and in a flash,
I become the Devil
for I hate Angel, despise Angel.
I never met Angel,
but soon Angel will sleep with him,
cuddle with him, love him,
touch him tenderly, erotically.
I just jog with him
like his dog
and I really hate to jog.

But there’s a glimpse of hope,
Maybe, just maybe,
I think, could it be?
Could it really be?
Could Angel be a He?
Then he tells me
he loves women
smart, sweet and sexy,
just like her.

In that moment a giant boulder
comes crushing down on me
taking away all hope
for love and serendipity.

He asks if I have a crush
on anyone
and I just want
to punch him.
Doesn’t he know
I love him secretly?
He is the shining star
in my wet dreams,
the one that makes my heart sway,
my tummy cringe
and my brain go dumb.

He is the one
that teases me and pleases me,
jogs with me, accepts me
as a friend, as a companion,
to talk to, to joke with.

He is the one
my heart desires
but he will never
appease me
for he doesn’t swing
my way
and I just want
to punch him
and punch him
and punch him
so I don’t feel so stupid
for falling
in love
with someone
who’s straight.

“No, I don’t have
a crush.”

Beauty in Silence

February 23, 2014 ~ whisperingsbyjkl ~ Leave a comment

I hope everyone had a great Valentine’s Day last Friday. To help you continue some of that romance, I’d like to share a sweet love poem with you.

Beauty in Silence

On a wooden bench,
we sit
with our endearing
shadows.
Your arm
around my shoulder,
my head on yours.

Fuzzy cashmere
brushes my cheek
as we watch
cars zoom by –
a flash of metal,
a puff of dust.

A squirrel scurries
across the lawn
as the sprinklers
turn on
with the scent
of Spring.

The breeze ruffles
your hair.
Tulips waver
side to side.
Leaves float
to the ground,
a gentle sound.

The sky changes colors,
the sun drops down
as your breathing
joins with mine.
Watching
the world go by.

Whisperings

A Decade of Poems by Jenny Katherine Luu

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