Petals of Emotion

 

Like a blooming Dahlia, opening wide to the sun.

Each petal opens, boasting its color, creating sheer beauty.

Warmth in my bosom grows, tightening my chest, shortening my breath.

Filling me with excitement, a burning passion, pure bliss.

Love.

Like a wilting sunflower, after darkness falls.

Weighted down by the center of its being, tearing its grounded roots, leaving a gaping hole.

A painful ache inside me grows, a hollow echo crying, vibrating throughout me.

Welling tears burn my eyes, a knot in my throat, pure despair.

Grief.

Like a wild rose emerging, finding the light after a forest fire.

Peaking through the ashes, looking up at the sun, vibrant color emerging from the dark.

Love and experience feed me, a new me emerges, pure intrigue.

Life. 

Sweet dreams are made of you...

 

Father time carries me further and further away

From the last moment I kissed your lips, said goodbye

We approach the second turn around the sun.

The void you’d left in my world remains

And life just continues to move on.

 

As I experience life without you.

New memories and moments are made.

Yet, at night, I close my eyes in sweet anticipation

For the past, an image, any image of you to surface

In my thoughts, in my mind’s eye, in my dreams.

 

Hoping for a moment

A still, a shape, an image.

Caught like a dragonfly in amber

or a faded black and white photograph.

To see your face, your eyes, your lips, that smile.

 

Hoping for a memory

playing like an old film.

Maybe not as clear as I’d like

but happy to relive a moment in my mind.

Captured, cherished deep inside my heart.

 

To touch your face, to kiss your lips

To hold you tight throughout the night.

To feel your warmth, your heartbeat under hand.

To look into your eyes and see them smile.

To hear you say I love you once more.

My dreams of you are the sweetest.

Nights I wish to last, to savor every moment.

But I must wake, leaving you there in my dreams.

I know that I need to live, to feel, to move forward.

And hope you visit my dreams again another day. 

October 2021

Waves of Grief of Love

 

Autumn

The leaves of summer turn crimson, ochre, brown.

Leaves softly flutter, dance

float gently to the ground. 

The morning air so crisp, brisk, cool.

Children ramble, meander

saunter blissfully toward school.

The reveries of summer gone, faded

lost.

Replaced with the veracities of school, work

preparation for the first frost. 

Harvest moon shining, vibrant

bright.

Days grow shorter, decrease

diminish into a cool dark night.

The icy north wind blows, blusters

calls.

Beckoning Winter's advent, appearance

arrival as the last golden leaf falls. 

Linda Brailean 2001