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Memory Poem #5: Cyan & Jillian: The Make-Out Session

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A few gentle knocks on the door.
She opened it and let him in.
“I missed you,” he said,
cupping her face in his hands,
kissing her tenderly.

She embraced his shoulders,
kissing him back,
running her fingers through his hair,
massaging his neck.

His hands caressed her back.
He kissed her lips, her jaws, her neck.
Consciously or subconsciously,
they made their way towards the bed.

He gently laid her down,
her hair spilling onto the pillow.
He straddled her,
kissing her tenderly on the lips,
sometimes coming up
for breath.

She removed his button shirt
and caressed his arms.
He pulled her t-shirt over her head,
admiring her brassiere,
kissing her on the lips,
to the neck, to the chest.
She sighed tenderly.

He touched her abs gently.
She felt a bulge and a pulse.
His hands laid gently
on the button of her jeans.
She flinched, he stopped.

“I’m sorry, I can’t,” she said.
He sighed and whispered,
“It’s OK,
I didn’t expect… to get this far.”

She sat up, searching his eyes.
He smiled, kissing her on the forehead.
“Goodnight.”

She watched him leave
not knowing what to feel
a tightening in her chest.

make-out-session
photo from StockSnap

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Memory Poem #4: Cyan & Jillian: A Whole New World

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Standing barefoot on the beach,
wearing a borrowed teal dress,
Jillian felt butterflies in her stomach
as all eyes were watching her.

Seven year old Ted had insisted
she sing “A Whole New World”
in the carefree way she did at home,
only in front of the beach bonfire.

She glanced at Cyan.
His face glowed in the moonlight.
“You’ll do great,” he said.
Ted had insisted
Cyan play Aladdin.

Sam started the music,
his fingers strumming the guitar,
rhythmically, bringing them to the city
of Agrabah.

As if on cue, Cyan reaches out
his arms, towards Jillian.
“I can show you the world
shining, shimmering, splendid.”
He admires the moonlit rays
shining on her dark, long hair,
illuminating her gentle face.
“Tell me, Princess, now when did
you last let your heart decide?”

He dances on the sand around her,
barefoot, in his rolled up slacks
and purple button shirt.
“I can open your eyes
take you wonder by wonder,”
he holds her hands and twirls her.
“Over, sideways and under
on a magic carpet ride.”
She dances with him.

“A whole new world
A new fantastic point of view
No one to tell us ‘no’
or where to go
or say we’re only dreaming.”

She joins in.
“A whole new world
a dazzling place I never knew.”
He holds her by the waist
and lifts her towards the sky.
“But when I’m way up here,
It’s crystal clear
that now I’m in a whole new world with you.”

He sets her down, they twirl in the sand.
Cyan and Jillian dance to the music,
with the moonlight as their spotlight
and the stars as their witness,
for a moment, forgetting
the rest of the world.
“Unbelievable sights,
indescribable feeling,
soaring, tumbling, freewheeling
through an endless diamond sky.”

As the music comes to an end,
Cyan pulls Jillian close to him.
“A whole new world.”
“A whole new world,” she repeats.
“That’s where we’ll be,” he sings.
“That’s where we’ll be,” she echoes.

He pushes her out with his hand,
she twirls away.
“A thrilling chase.”
She twirls back in.
“A wondrous place.”
Holding her close and meeting her gaze,
“For you and me,”
they finished together.

Their gaze broken
by the sound
of applause.

aladdin

Memory Poem #3: Sam & Rachel: The Proposal

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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.

beach-proposal
~ image from Google

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Memory Poem #2: Cyan & Jillian: The Painting

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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.

the-painting
Images from Google – composite done by Jenuine Inspiration (me)

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Memory Poem #1: Cyan & Jillian: First Kiss

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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.

first-kiss
~ image from Google

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Like the Ocean

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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

Frienemy

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I haven’t been writing much these days, so in order to inspire myself to pick up a pen and write, I have decided to spend some time with The Poet’s Companion.  If you haven’t heard of this book, I highly recommend that you check it out.  It was a book that I bought for a college poetry class and it teaches you different writing techniques, and at the end of each chapter, it provides you with a list of writing exercises.  Every time you revisit the book, you are bound to write something new, as your thoughts, experiences and perspectives will change over time 🙂

I read the first chapter yesterday and did the first exercise, which was to list out memorable events from your life (big or small) and write a poem about it.  I ended up with this poem.

Frienemy

They run in a frenzy
from the cement to the grass,
from the grass to the cement.

A blur of black and white rushes
past you as fur brushes
against your leg.

Paw scrapes against cement.
You see a tuft of cotton
in his canine mouth.
Your heart skips
a beat.

Snow white fur,
no signs of blood,
but could he?
Would he…
take a life?

The chase continues –
Happy inches away,
just inches away,
from Hopper.

Exhausted,
Hopper collapses
in the wet grass.

Happy pounces…
his two front paws,
a mix of brown and black
over Hopper’s white body.

Content at his victory,
he simply lies there,
listening to the bird’s chirp.

The wind rustles their hair.
What a beautiful day…
with a frienemy.

Image from Google
Image from Google

The Sound of Change

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Penny spins like a ballerina,
rhythmically, beautifully,
dangerously
as she slows… then speeds up,
getting lower and lower
to the ground,
flapping louder
and LOUDER
until she finally
falls
flat
in silence.

Heads or tails?
Coins flipping in mid-air,
sometimes elegantly,
sometimes clumsily,
falling to the ground
with a THUD.
50% chance.

The porcelain pig
shakes upside down,
rhythmically,
like a mother giving birth
to copper and silver coins.
Heads and tails pop out.
Pennies, nickels, dimes
fighting and squeezing
to get through the slot
in front of the smiling eyes
of a little boy.

Coins raining down
on the wet floor,
sparkling in the sunlight,
falling with gravity,
ting, ting, ting, ting, ting,
musically distracting,
musically awakening,
music to your ears.

Whether you have bills or not,
everyone can appreciate change.

image from Google
image from Google
image from Google

My Chamomile Tea

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Morning kisses on the lips
rejuvenates me,
warm and soothing
like chamomile tea.

On the cold winter nights,
he caresses me,
keeping me warm and safe
like chamomile tea.

When I’m sore and tired,
he massages me,
helping me relax and smile
like chamomile tea.

When I’m in pain,
he takes care of me
and warms my heart
like chamomile tea.

Brewed perfectly,
he is my morning tea,
herbal remedy,
nightly cuddle buddy…
made just for me,
my perfectly loving hubby.

Thank you!

chamomile
~ image from Google