Shades in the Sunlight

   tag poem unedited

  Shades In The Sunlight 

  Petals on the water, softly drifting
  remnants of a bouquet , ruthlessly tossed
  coloring the ripples bright , bright  crimson
  staining as the blood from a heart's love lost

  Underneath the currents , something bleeding
  changing in the shadows, as they drift by
  like a premonition left unheeded
  shades like a reminiscent lullaby...
 
  Lingering  colors in the afternoon
  Shades in the sunlight ,darken and change it
  truth in the sunshine, lies  beneath the moon
  Love turns to  pain in an instant... 

  Petals falling  faster than my tears
  Heartbreak before evening disappears
 

Not Even in My Fantasies

 

    tag poem, unedited, topic by Mundane1

 

   Indelibly etched,
   images of your face smile back at me,
   a phantom vision
   of memories,forever catalogued...
   Barely audible
   your voice speaks  softly through the barriers,
   Reminding  me,please,
   to listen to the truths between the lies...
   So formidable
   I was always  powerless against you
   ever succumbing 
   to the whim and whimsey of your wishes.
   Ecstasy waited
   til you'd passed like a fiery comet
   I, left quivering,
   worried...not even in my fantasies,
   would I touch the sun
   but be satisfied to peer carefully
   through the  proper shades
   that would also hide, disappointed tears.

  .Dreamsbyday 2/10/05

 

Sunshine of an Ordinary Day

    tag poem, unedited, topic by  GiAudr
 

 
  Evenings pass so slowly
  when   winter owns the days...
  frosted windows and feelings
  howling winds...
  I feel the urge to sleep
  the moment  darkness falls...
  to sleep ,and escape
  and hope to visit  dreams

  Crumbs of yesterdays thoughts
  clinging to my sticky hands.
  Paint chips on the table
  waiting choice....
  Orange juice and rainbows
  a childlike war on gray-
  recreating the sweet sunshine
  of an ordinary day.

  Clutter piles upon the shelving
  while I wait for it to fall.
  Linens badly needing washing
  crumpled by the wall...
  and the night arrives again-
  still the walls are shadowed dark.
  My  inertia is my path
  winter, my excuse.