they found strength in forsaken spaces

something was different tonight
diffident sky refused to sit still and listen
to the same old tale told for many moons

muted forest the only living thing
hearing the sound of shuffling feet
dragging weary hearts to the door
of abandoned cottage

narrow creek lost its ripples ever since
nearby trees stopped singing
and blue birds no longer arriving
in flocks to celebrate spring

around the corner rusting wheelbarrow
untouched for hundreds of days
smiling in its last breaths
witnessing wildflowers wave to the wind
refusing to wilt;
each rejection fortifying their resolve
to live and love

~~~

For #SatLines and #ArielPoets. Inspired by ‘a little light is filtering from the water flower’ (Sylvia Plath).

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forever your juliet

I love the role I’m playing on this stage called life, for I’m reading aloud my lines alongside you. One day they will bring the curtains down on our story, but till then I will stand here next to you, my hand in yours, the two of us savoring the moments before the applause dies down and the lights go out.

~~~

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pulling moon 

Tonight’s full moon was hiding behind thick curtains of raindrops. Twilight had seen people getting crazier, as if they knew just when to respond to the powerful pull of the moon, like the tide. Beneath each civilized façade lived a wild wolf after all, howling at the one he had loved since before life was breathed into him.

~~~

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jaded gibberish

savoring the flavor of the essence immersed in your sentences
oh how each word tasted so divine
how did you know the verve the verse la vie l’amour I needed the most
and when.

I sucked I licked I hung on to every line
like caged wind suddenly unleashed to chase revered reverie
oh how I know this thing won’t last, it won’t last
but you taught me passion beyond reason
and that’s what I will forever be
loving.

~~~

For #OctPoWriMo Day 24, ‘when lovers meet’.

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a sucker for love

lonesome lines looked for an end
that would let them rest

they remembered a corner
where love was scattered
as though for free

the sign was still there
wanting someone to worship
every verse birthed
out of the darkness

there they waited for a heart
fallen once, fooled twice
unable to resist the lilt in the voice
the second they started to sing
and strum their strings
and the story began all over again

~~~

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filled with emptiness

Leaves are turning, urging us to turn the page, the colors anew. Some trees never forget how we napped and kissed beneath their shade, whispered poetry in each other’s ear, breathing life into love’s passionate verse.

Just like some hearts will always remember how pregnant promises are nothing but hollow words.

~~~

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forever is cheap

Some days are filled with hope that the time capsule will never be dug up, ghosts never coming back from the grave.

But some nights are smeared with every word that was ever said, each promise spilled, the lilting voice captivating the heart foolishly in love, giving forever a new, shallow, meaning.

~~~

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reading love

love encrypted
in the language of clouds
hearts scrambling to decode
an ache to read their deepest secrets
in pregnant raindrops

the need to solve the mystery
answers written in invisible ink

somewhere, someone holds the key
unlocking the gate
to cloud nine

~~~

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