@Tetrametracall1

Oh to walk hand-in-hand
on shores of your
Isle Delight
basking in memories
of times we played as children
alas, changing seasons
of our lives has left
green trees of summer
as we embolden against
cold frozen rain
tasting its snow
remember​ing those
long ago smiles
we first kissed.

Oh to walk hand-in-hand on the shores of your Isle Delight basking in such memories of times when we played as children; alas, the changing times of our lives has left the green hills of summer as we embolden against the cold frozen rain together, finding those long ago smiles we first kissed. (Now, dear Michelle, I will attempt to edit this and…[Read more]

Gorgeous write…

Our poetry finds us
beautiful eyes holding hands
across vast pandemic sighs
such is our dear delight.

Sharing passionate dances
our words love to waltz
enrapturing happy
as we fall into delight.

Will you share your song
no matter where our
pillows dwell
nightfall’s frolic invites.

Our poetry finds us all holding hands across vast spaces. Such is our delight as we share our passionate dance. A waltz, a tango, or a samba; each finds us signatory to each others’ delight. We love when we play; the night beckons…

A poem rising with the dawn of a new world; a shared yearning for what we love.

A poetic sigh full of promises of tomorrow’s hearts.

Gorgeous write; the longing emotions drip like tears onto our own.

Her heart holds tales
of broken lovers
woven upon time’s gift
gazing back at us.

Such is her beauty
finding ours in darkness
as we struggle today
lifted by her love.

She paints us here
under her gorgeous
sunsetting our pain
as we kiss the night.

Michelle, your words are another manifestation of ArteLeonida‘s painting; beautifully realized with your essenced finesse; “her heart is a rose sun brushed…” Slays me… (I have no idea how to add emojis here! ;-))))))

Omg! You are sooooooooo doomed!

Monday, I agree with dear Michelle; your kindness and charm feeds all of us here. Of course Michelle is correct: a virtual toast to you, Monday, and to everyone here who has made this writing community one of the best things to follow us into the new year. Thank you so much for everything you do, Monday.

And a huge congratulations to Michelle,…[Read more]

Yes; but the rhythm is the poem’s foundation…

A separate reality we ask
uncertainty’s questions
a timeless wish to share
our light under your stars.

We burn just as bright
eyes aglow in love
bridging wilder shores
someday to yours.

So we look to our hearts
such passion compels
our fires along this trek
yours burns brightest.

😉

Sunstruck frost glistens
holding your eyes
we memory such times
singing our yesterdays.

Snowfall theatre’s your look
gorgeous beautiful
waking Christmas morning
pajama’d cozy you twinkle.

Yuletides find our shores
spirits huddle by fire
cherishing this moment
gifting your delight.

Thank you so much, Monday! That’s my first Christmas write…

Thank you, Reenie!

In a year no longer roaming
safe inside our minds
we christmas lost time
wrapping up memories.

I would open them for you
gazing on your happy
sharing magic you sing
your beautiful heart.

Will you holiday your song
rainbow love to us
unwrap tomorrow together
help us all run free?

Christmas is a spirit that captures our imaginations as we stop to look through your eyes. Beautiful, Monday.