Flames of Desire

When the shine of first bloom of youth melts away

Bees buzzing around for a drink from the fountain fly away

Eyes searching the blue skies for mates yonder becomes earth bound

Graceful swan neck bends down weighed by age and can’t look up

Look no further to rest your head and soothe your bruised ego

For I am that lover whose bed is built on feathers of eternal hope

Breathing life in wilted petals dried between the pages of book of love

An youth spent on waiting for one glance, one little smile

Because my love, even aged, you are that celestial jewel who

Still carry the fire to lit the flames of desire in an old heart

 

Love at first sight

Love at first sight, we assume
Flower, delicate, does not instantly bloom
I savor more the warmth of glowing embers
Than the dazzling spark of a shooting star
As a fine, aged wine courses down and
Radiates warmth within
So does your love, matured and mellowed
Warms my heart to the brim

Contradictions

A clear blue sky
Lacks definition.
Without a dark night,
For a bright day
There is no appreciation.
Without its spots
Moon won’t be as beautiful,
Road lacking few road bumps,
Journey is uneventful.
A blemish free life
There is no story to tell,
Without the past of Jean Valjean
Les Misérables won’t ring a bell.
Calm sea hides
Deep secrets in its bosom,
Vibrant nature in a moment
Wrecks havoc and destruction.
A world at peace,
Will it be boring?
Thought of violence
To appreciate peace,
It is depressing.
Even without appreciation
Rose will still bloom,
Even if no one looks
Beauty is not doomed.
A bipolar world
May be the norm,
Not an aberration.
Life is a saga
Full of contradictions.

Morning Bloom

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Photo by author:Nov 12, 2017

‘He made the world to be a grassy road

Before her wandering feet.’ – W. B. Yeats

O’ morning bloom

Cheeks turned lovely pink

Gently touched by rising sun

One look at nature’s boon

All it took

To shrug off the gloom

 

O’ morning bloom

Fill my heart with joy

Banishing dark, gory mood

What a joy to behold

Your smiling, radiant face

Warming my heart

Driving away chilling cold

 

O’ morning bloom

Spread the joy all around

For a moment

Give us hope

Push away thoughts

Of dawning doom


This poem is in response to Jane Dougherty’s A Month (November) with Yeats Challenge day Twelve