Wednesday, November 30, 2016

Soul-prints

Gilded soul-prints sing,
as the drape flutters in winds,
stitches of gold gleam.

Linking with RonovanWrites: Gold and sing

Saturday, November 26, 2016

Closed door

Closed, bolted
and locked,
the lonely door,
rattling in winds
makes me curious
as to what lies behind it?
Mysteries unopened!
Wild and wonderful
whispers of heart!
Tales and travails
of blessed ordinary!
Remnants and oddments
of smiles and tears!
But to reach that storyland,
where words weave magic,
bringing excited narratives
to reality in your honeyed voice,
I'll have to get
thoroughly tangled in you
and forget the world outside.
As of now,
I hang around yours,
slightly opened, slightly closed,
seeking to sneak
to your soul
and I love this wait,
this trying and testing
outside my destination.

Linking with Friday Fictioneers

Friday, November 25, 2016

Spirit

Not the flightless birds
but those airborne daring dreams
buoyant and carefree.

Linking with Ronovan Writes : Dare and dream

Thursday, November 24, 2016

Walk after dinner

The other day,
I asked you,
totally playfully,
to choose between
a candlelight dinner
or
a long slow
midnight walk with me.
Just like that.
And in the split-second
that you took to reply,
I scanned the
list of expected answers:
that tongue-tied emoji;
the rolling eyes emoticon
(that's perhaps our favorite);
a point-blank no,
crisp and concise.
Nothing drippy.
But that affable
"walk after dinner"
reply of yours
had me wonder-struck.
Least expected,
but
very heartening.
Your words
enveloped me
in a cozy embrace.
And thus charmed,
I found one more reason
to fall for you,
all over again.

Linking with Thin Spiral Notebook: 100 words: Dinner