Restless Slumber

Throughout the night

of restless slumber

vague images of 

people and places

criss-cross

sub-conscious 

thoughts.

A myriad of muted shadows,

faceless bodies,

nameless faces,

shapeless doors that lead

into places 

one shouldn't

dream about.

Love is there, 

enjoying a teasing 

moment,

goading me to return

from the darkness

of a not so peaceful

sleep.

Restrained fighting,

arms stretch across time, 

reaching for lacy wisps

of your embrace

A touch...your touch

lips caress fluttering

eyelids, fingers dance

across my skin,

still cocooned in

the clutches of my repose.

Finally I awake,

you are there

with me. You smile

as my eyes focus

on your face, flushed

with happiness.

I have awoken

in the presence

of the one who

comforts me after

my restless slumber.

Old and New - A Poem of Love.

Along sandy beaches

we slowly reminisce as

our past rolls over

bare feet, waves of

memories curl around

our toes.

Shy glances, sparks of

crystal glistening in your

deep eyes, thoughts

conveyed by a simple look.

Your voice is clear,

a gentle word is

spoken, a muse of

love as strong as

swells on deep

blue seas.

Warm breezes caress

skin, yet goosebumps

arise like tiny soldiers

standing guard over

feelings that will never see

battle again.

Hand holding hand,

afraid to let go.

sunset fades into hues

of orange sashes

red strokes of passion.

We're falling in love

all over again.

No Sound

There used to be notes

above the words

I would write.

But now I am

a quarter through

a fifth,

the major part of

the thought is gone,

drowned in its own

sorrow and pain.

All that’s left

is the straight line

of mediocrity,

wallowing in self pity,

wishing for some semblance

of reason.

But

(there’s always a but)

in my head, there is

no sound.

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