Winter Love

Life does come a full circle. I wrote this poem last year around the same time, positively in hope for new love and the spirit of this poem has stayed alive with me...the spirit of winter....the spirit of love....the spirit of hope, vitality, joie de vivre, and all that JAZZ!!

and I realized that finding love isn't just about finding that someone special, it's about finding love within your self...figuring out how much exactly you're capable of....and this year taught me a lot of that....

this year, although still a few paces away from it's end, is undoubtedly going down my memory files as a brilliant example of what life can be!

This poem....is dedicated to MY 2010!!

In winter's sun, she's come undone

Her beauty has unfurled

Her lips, in love, enchanted, burn

Her tresses lie uncurled

In blissful rays of sun-kissed glaze

Her face it shines so bright

Her spirit soars in wondrous gaze

A feather oh so light

Her eyes they dance, like in a trance

So deep in love's embrace

And soft she sings at every chance

A ballad to its grace

But, her heart, pure, is still unsure

Like a dew drop on grass

What trespasses it will endure

And what shall come to pass

It's strains, like verse, a rhyme they seek

Oh where, oh where her love will be

Reblogging

Okay, so I must confess that I haven't written a blog in a long long time.... but well...there hasn't been much muse to talk of....or perhaps there has been....it just hasn't got me moving off my lazy bum.

a reintroduction may not be befitting....but as the blog name suggests.... it talks of those random daily things, things i would perhaps discuss with you if you were hanging out with me.

Since I've already mentioned the word 'muse'... i must go on to explain it further. If you ask me to cross my heart and swear to die... i would say i'm not much of a writer....perhaps a poet... but that's it...and i just use 'muse' as an escape point to avoid dealing with writing...which can open up a lot of forbidden doors...

But yes, i do need a muse to feel inspired to write....maybe not a Shakespeare style muse...some magical prince in shining armour or anything....but more of a real muse...some one or some thing that can make me deal with my feelings....i've written odes to cigarettes as well...so it doesn't take much to be my muse...i need a spark from that muse...something extraordinary....something that has a punch...good or bad is regardless

well....since i am reblogging....a post or two of inspiration may not be such a bad thing to get me going....

but this time... i'll try to be a little more regular!

Okay....this one has got to be my most metaphoric, and flowery poetry in proper sonnet rhyme scheme(except for the meter)

The Golden Dove

Since time immemorial it’s been prized,
Expectations always oversized.
Its creator and lover obsequiously devised
The vicissitudes in its beauty disguised.

The golden dove knows not to fly,
To spread its wings and say goodbye,
It mesmerizes every watching eye,
But no one can hear the abject sigh.

Vernal winds call with all their might,
And yet unable to inspire a flight,
Such is the menace, such is the blight,
Such is the attrition of this captivating sight.

But I won’t sigh, won’t cry, won’t die…
Even though a golden dove am I!!