August 6, 2013

I had hoped to start reading some poetry this evening, but alas, poetry and headaches don't mix. I suppose I could try write some silly verse about the pain behind my eyes, but it would be exactly that...silly. And it would probably lead to even more pain behind my eyes. Tomorrow evening doesn't look a whole lot more promising as I have some stuff to do and people to see. However it turns out, it is bound to be better than tonight, for I hope to have no headache by then. Even writing this little bit has been a struggle, so I think I will hit the 'publish' button, and call it a night. Goodnight.

FF

August 5, 2013

It seems that the time has arrived to restart this journal. I was hoping that a vacation would spur on the creative juices, but I fear that it has been too long since I wrote anything meaningful. Which means I have to get back into the habit of writing. Every day. If you recall, this was the main reason I started doing this last year...because writing begets writing. And so, I write. And along with writing, I will start reading poetry again. I have a couple books to go through, and then I may just load up my Kindle with poetry tomes and read. Reading begets writing. If these two methods (reading and writing) don't spark me, then I may need to ramp it up. But, I'm not there yet. No, I am just starting. Again.
FF

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Sunrise, eyes blink away

tears of early morn.

That first coffee along with

freshly fallen rain

produces an

aroma of delight.

Morning greets us with

warm hugs while sunlight’s gentle

caress raises goosebumps

on your soft flesh.

Dancing through the day,

we are oblivious to the

stares of those who

don't understand our love.

Intense heat, a combination

of radiant light and resplendent

beauty. Our day moves on.

Colors of sunset

create a mood of peace.

A cool breeze

drifts across the land, gently

moving you into my arms.

Aurora borealis tries

to match our dance of love.

I am honoured to be able

to share this

with you.

Always Yours

Inspiration comes from those you love, and nobody is loved more than my wife.
For Dianne.

What have I

left to offer?

All you have of me

is everything I’ve

given.

My heart became yours

when we kissed.

My body I shared

when we said ‘I do’

Our minds, though independant,

meld together to form one,

yet stay apart enough,

providing challenges.

What have I

left to offer?

It seems very

limited. You have

it all.

Stop! Think!

You don’t have it all,

for my love grows

stronger each day.

I freely give

my ever growing heart;

it’s yours.

My body,

though growing older,

finds new ways to

encompass you

with love.

My mind is open,

learning more,

striving to be one

with you.

My one true love

I’m yours.

Always.

Forever.

Breathe

Breathe.

Warm caress against your skin,

tendrils of love embrace you.

Playful whispers and

whimsical sighs take us

on a journey of

love.

A breath of passion

enriches our lives

as we breathe in unison,

keeping cadence with the sounds

of nature.

We are surrounded by life,

by love,

by desire...

our flame adds to summer's

heat.

Relax, my love.

I will encircle you with

a rapture which takes your breath away.

Remember, my love...

exhale. Let stress and pain

emit from your body as my adoration

holds you.

Recline in the arms of

my devotion

and remember to

breathe.