Love is not a possession but a gift…Life lived without love
is a meager meek existence. This humble Minstrel will whisper words of love’s lament, silently through words…
Infatuation is loves passion gone unnoticed by the moonstruck eyes
of the soulful poetess…Only the poetess in the moon holds the master key to the secrets locked securely…deep within her mystic heavens… Their glimmer reflects an effervescence vividly shining from within hearts that believe in love…
Showing posts with label narrative prose. Show all posts
Showing posts with label narrative prose. Show all posts
The coyotes’ wail shall never again paint a yellow moon so full or tint its deep pearlescent sheen so blue
Natural ambient elements serenade the moon and stars A plethora of all heightened senses savor every sparkle in midnight’s near and far
There may never be another magical moment sung exactly like the untamed timbre bemoaned through these trees
Celestial incandescence reflects the sky’s mystical mosaic’s afterglow; transcendent resonance ricochets from the angelic lily white petals
The native dogwood’s flowers draw down the night sky’s radiant montage Scattering a natural luminescent palette as they sparkle with the twinkle of the stars
The coyote’s medley of mournful laments echoes the moment’s budding essence adorning the blossoming dogwood's bouquet ; it’s natural enchanting ambiance graces the awakening spring , within in the moonlit woods…
The Antique Cherry Grove carved poster bed stood alone ,
adorning four Bordeaux colored silk pillowcases ,
fluffed feather pillows impatiently laying in wait .
The stone cold down comforter that blanketed the loneliness was neatly turned down from where it lay tucked and rolled ...
I close my eyes with a surrendering sigh ;
the cold touch of solitude
brings a breathtaking shiver
to my longing naked flesh .
Curling up in a fetal ball , like a tiny abandoned child ,
while the sandman steals away
the remains of another lonely day ...
In the silence of the stillness ,
you could hear the blood
running through my veins .
The pounding of my heartbeat is softened
quietly drifting off into a dream ...
The first whisper broke the silence ,
as musings tiptoed through the silent reverie .
Songs sung throughout the secret places ,
safely kept out of view
Words murmured expose a hushed yearning .
An insatiable thirst that can not be quenched ...
Emotions ebb and flow within the depths
of our sensual word play .
Intertwined in the infinite beauty
of enchanting chimera delights ...
We dance speechlessly
in the starlit moon dust ,
floating freely forevermore .
Mesmerized by a romantic essence
If only this recurring dream
could tenderly touch another impassioned heart of soul ...
The sweat soaked sheets are now tangled
Twisted traces tossed and turned
This awakening flesh is trembling with the morning chill .
My body feels drained and exhausted
as if there were never a moments sleep ...
The trap was set by the light of the shining moon
Placed to catch the secrets of the midnight spell .
Now I wake to find her illusion’s memory gone Stranded on the cotton sheets of dawn ~
In the heat of the night , these three simple words were clearly scribbled on the paper trap , to remind me in blue ...
Crawling across the barren cactus wilderness... Chasing this impossible dream... He followed the mirage of an exotic wild river wide, flowing effortlessly through his mind made illusions, beneath the sweltering desert sky...
a poem by Harlon Rivers
Crawling across the barren cactus wilderness
Chasing this impossible dream
He followed the mirage of an exotic wild river wide
Flowing effortlessly through his mind made illusions
Beneath the sweltering desert sky
Rippling down stream towards the refreshing Ocean’s tide
He searched charily through a labyrinth of chimera
While standing on the brink of delirious splendor
Spiny leaves awakened all senses of uncertainty
Mystic static air excites his sun wilted skin
Enticing infinite reborn senses to come alive
Imagination’s dreams evolve into distinct possibilities
A daydream of an erotic fragrant, vibrant flower
Pricking his heart, drawing blood with her cactus quill
A figment of a poignant hallucination
Inching slowly, slithering and frayed
Wearing his heart on his sleeve
Too thirsty to drink, once bitten, twice shy
At the crossroads of an oases
The illusion of a meandering basin river turned far, deep and wide
The mysterious desert flora hid bashfully
Behind a sun faded shadow of solitude,
With her taproot in a desert spring’s bedrock
Her beauty reflected in the twinkling of his eye
A prairie wolf paces in the distance
Vultures are gliding in the arid desert skies
Silhouettes gracefully soaring in hazy solar disguise
Coyote, was just listening to the blustering wind howl
Spring Cadence
