She is all my lovers; she has been every lip that had ever touched my skin. Slight twinkling and prickling of my eyes is her. She is stirring the great classical music And the great modern music as well And is behind every coined phrase. Photo: estebantroncosofoto0 / Pixabay She lives with me in parallel Pulls me into her endless ocean The eternal ocean of clarity, lucidity; And we live And we love, Forever. #creativewriting #poem #poetry #love

My night cut into by waking dreams, knotted sheets and the unbearable countdown to morning. Sleep crusting the back of my throat, not strep, but something definitely coming down upon me. I know that chicken-scratch rawness, tongue thick in my mouth. Unsavory foreign bodies cracking defenses, setting off klaxons in the bloodstream loosening mucus membranes warming the tissue. Photo: Prawny/Pixabay What we need now is a good fever; scorch the invaders, make way for relief. In b

Shhh … she sleeps. So calm and beautiful amidst the willows and hollies, a smile on her face, no worries. Does she dream? Of roads not taken and dresses not worn, a plane flight never had, the decisions not made, the words unspoken, the heights unreached. Does she remember? Her first kiss, the colour of his eyes, the wedding night and her children being born. The first blow, bitterness swallowed with a smile, his betrayal and the night after. The small pox and measles, grazed

I’ve lost my freedom In the Amazon rain forest. How could I escape When everything seems the same. The legs, serpents, tied But I fiercely try, Clawing the path Inside. Photo: Unsplash / Pexels I have a beautiful red Flower in my hands That wants to fly. I feel the soft soil of moors Under my feet And the mournful sounds Echo in my mind. But the waters of marshland Arouse no fear, Resplendent underworld Bursting with dreamlike colors, Blossoming chemistry Reminiscent of danci