A heart on the beach…
There’s something
in this picture
which makes me think
of not losing hope;
Even though the waves
will wash over that heart
and in a few minutes
there will be no trace
it ever existed…
A glimpse of what matters to this writer most and what makes her heart beat a little faster
He asks me to dance,
grasps my shy hand in his,
leads me to the dance floor.
Firmly holds me close,
although we’ve just met,
swaying to the slow-beat song.
I gaze into his eyes,
step closer, ever so slowly,
draping my hands on his shoulders.
He caresses my hair,
envelopes me in gentle kisses,
as the distance left between us fades.
Movement is minimal,
desire fills us both,
all the walls crumble.
My heart is wide open,
throughout the slowest dance,
the music ends.
His embrace never dissolves,
as we keep the rhythm until dawn,
even without audible melody.
Right now, this minute,
Love feels like –
… a possibility, a journey, an adventure,
… a weekend stretched to eternity.
… a heart on the beach.
… the most uncertain, tenacious, magical,
vulnerable, hopeful, fearful,
earnest, restless act
on this Life’s stage
that I couldn’t ever do justice
to fully describe.
And right now, this minute,
Love feels like –
… this feeling that should be let go of,
which refuses to cooperate;
… like something
that would be dealt with
much differently
in a perfect situation…
Only right now, this minute.
Because who knows what
Love will feel like –
in the following minute?
* Poem inspired by a (simple?) thought, to j’s fill-in-the blank question.
And, of course, right now Love feels completely different.
"Through a lens I glance
At the beauty around me –
Capturing stillness"
Loved the natural artsy light/shadows effect coming through our new window after closing the curtains for the first time.
The above haiku was inspired by this photograph and Kevin J. Mackey (who just published his amazing haiku collection – if you haven’t already purchased your copy: What are you waiting for?).
Pausing for a second, reflecting.
On being herself. Being real.
Sharing, feeling, connecting.
Enjoying without a void.
Living life without hiding.
Being different yet still accepted.
Silent yet heard, louder than words.
Being angry yet positively joyful.
Ordinary yet inconspicuously special.