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A Simple Gift
I looked for a love poem to
give to you, but none were
as tender as the gleam in your eyes
I listened for a love song to
give to you, but none were
as stirring as the sound of your voice
I searched for some bauble to
give to you, but none had magic
to touch your soul
So I stand here before you
and hold out my humble heart
—
It’s Valentine’s Day in the Pub
Paint Me
Paint me into a corner, and then
Paint your beating heart upon my lonely heart
Paint long-stemmed roses on my nose and
Paint love songs on my empty ears
Paint wet kisses onto my parched lips
Cover me in paint until I am no longer blank
Slow Time
It is the slow time
The time between day
and night
The time when only cardinals
are searching for seeds
under the feeder
The time when even the trees seem
to settle and the breeze softens
The time when faint rosy smears
left by the sun remain in the sky
It is the slow time
when two hearts turn away from
the busy world
to find each other
A Simple Love
no grand romantic gestures, violins playing, red roses
from you
no heart-shaped box of milky chocolate or card sent
to me
this day is meant for simpler things
a smile
our favorite “oldies”on the radio
can take
us back to the beginning of this love affair that stole
my heart
–
Waltmarie Poetic Form-
10 line poem, any subject, even numbered lines are 2 syllables and form their own poem when read separately. Odd lines are longer with no specific syllable count.
Poetic Bloomings – PROMPT #324 – JUST ONE WORD
On the Bench at Night
I sit as still as a human can –
patient
The sun has set and dusk has settled –
quiet
I try to match my breath to the gentle breeze–
calmly
Small creatures emerge from daylight hiding places –
searching
and my heart sends out a quiet message –
for you
(I changed one word of Walt Whitman’s title, On the Beach at Night, for this prompt)
Here’s another example of the form
Building a Snowman
They waited for the world to turn white –
frozen
Rolled balls of snow, bigger and bigger –
child-size
Broken twigs from the apple tree for arms, two hands –
mittens
He stood, smiling his pebble smile, until the warm sun appeared –
dripping
Then slowly disappeared, until only a memory remained –
stories
—
I may have created a new poetic form!
Waltmarie Poetic Form-
10 line poem, any subject, even numbered lines are 2 syllables and form their own poem when read separately
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