Love casts out fear, it has been said but I have never been as scared as when I loved and gave my heart to love's power and to its art. To what folly have I been ensnared? Alone, I fly free, as a bird leading its wings to paths it dared fly, with no one to lose or hurt. Love casts out fear - in soothing tones, it calls, I learned and followed where my soul love steered - a full life seen from all its parts as its Maker had planned. His art, Love, casts out fear. ~~~~~ Written for PAD Challenge - Day 3 - "_____________ of Love" Linking with DVERSE OPEN LINK NIGHT An attempt at writing a Rondeau.
My beauty lasts but a short time and all I have, to you I give - My velvet blooms, capture in rhyme My beauty lasts but a short time Before rains make my death knells chime I hope I lived my cause to live My beauty lasts but a short time and all I have, to you I give. ~~~~ For dVerse's POetics: From Nature's Point of View
Her hands spread out like wings Her feet waltzed her balloon skirt billowing and falling in time with the sparrows' trills Her joy rings in the meadow Her face glows with a (day)dream - She is a princess The world awaits. She already is.
Sundrenched mornings open the day sprinkling diamonds on sleepy grass as mist lifts and then dissipates puffing the clouds dotting azure skies. Sparrows twitter up on the trees, glossy feathers waving in the wind their bellies filled with early worms once working on the warming ground. Silken threads swing from budding twigs luminous in the spreading light bearing caterpillars searching for some tender leafy delight. Shadows recede and colors blur as busy folks rush through the day but the ancient trees stand their ground to weave lace with their bursting buds. For DVerse's Meeting the Bar, Bjorn wants folks to write a poem inspired by impressionism. I do not know if I cleared the bar, but it was sure fun thinking of spring. :-)
You covered my hands with beauty you lifted the hopes of my soul while we walked down the altar to pledge myself to my love's call How nervous our steps were but you covered my hands with beauty concealed the trembling of my bones that a radiant smile eyes would see You witnessed new life being built by two hearts vowing to be one You covered my hands with beauty and thus enhanced their offering You are now but gossamer skin in the folds of my gown. To me No flower could be more precious- You covered my hands with beauty.
P.S. The above flowers are not the flowers referred to here. They were tulips that we picked out from a grocery store the night before our wedding. I would have loved to have roses but by then the roses have completely sold out because of Valentine’s Day.
Outside my window there are the same roads there are the same people walking their dogs There's old Mr. Magazoo taking his morning walk and stopping by our neighbor's for some small talk There are the old houses with bolted doors standing on our street like abandoned forts lurking unnoticed by cars zipping by faster than the speed of two minutes per mile Our place is mostly quiet at this time of the year when most everyone seems to disappear inside thick coats, behind insulated walls as chilly wind blows and heavy snow falls Yet on Thursday nights the sidewalk sprouts trash bins so full they are ready to burst but for the old lady pulling a kiddie wagon collecting redeemable plastic and soda cans. Late in the mornings, the mailman comes by our barking dog, he is announced delivering store fliers, bills, and junk and the occasional boxes from Amazon. Oh! Spring just cannot come soon enough to fill the ground with dandelions and buttercups to make the air groan with the mower's roar and return the blossoms back in their bower. There will be the parade of mothers, their kids in tow to the not-so-nearby playground, they will go passing green-thumbed folks tending their gardens to plant some petunia, geranium, and impatiens. Before then, I wait – watching the melting snow listening to the engines throbbing as they go With any (ill) luck, some unusual thing occurs such as screaming breaks and totaled cars. ~~~~~ Written for: DVerse Poetics - Suburb Poetry