For my thirst to quench
In the abundance of summer
The treasure possessed by your presence
Your smile is a pearl yet undiscovered
I forgot to smell the flowers
I said farewell to last summer
I bowed to the crown of autumn
Just to run to the arms of winter
Let me savor the taste of this wine
Since I’m crazed from the search for you
Your smell, your touch, feels the same
Our destiny is to be remembered
In the dusty and busy stumping
When there’s no tension noticed
No attention’s paid to the gluttony of the flesh , before the awareness of the vines turning to dust
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It’s exact. The pleasure or place to find privileged rest that has a value path exponential, cuz it can be unspoken but the knowledge that the place your n cannot be located easy w any certain plan and that satisfies, it gifts knowing smiles and breathing and tomorrow and even yesterday is easier cuz of this place you stand and rely w no pressure. Then though that other stuff you mention, that May first be described as separate and not main agenda , is almost happenstance and is suddenly more gold by multitudes than the silver that made you smile. Windfall please , is yours unplanned, for once important stuff falls in the right side of unintended consequence.
WOW ! your writing is so darn good all that from my brain was born. And it had somehow had to be like that.
Thank you O for your grasp for subtleties, It’s amazing that you noticed how I go to disorder to order and back-it was intentional in the second stanza to change to symmetrical metrics-Such is the manic outpouring of emotions in this piece-I would have not cared to justify my choices in this poem, but your meticulous and gracious visit allowed for my explanation-
How cool is that? And it’s a comfy place fir one of the most abused and misapplied cliche’ retort!
WHAT HE SAID!
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intoxicating to say the very least ..
I am so glad I imbibed .. and that aint no pup fiction ma'am ........ Neville
Salute! May it quench your soul….
best thing in life, we sip
to make last,
winery's of our dreams
we seek
in our everyday reality
taste-tasting
till that one perfect blend
of rich n fruity
dances on our tongues
and soothes
those bruises in our hearts
making-up
for everything else, as finally
we can
let ourselves drink, heartily
knowing
we have found that individual
making us feel
safe enough, to get drunk
on love...
Cheers to the bruises that yielded to the right blend to savor at peace-thank you for your kind and wise observation
Gosh so beautifully crafted and your last stanza a kudos from me, this is what I call love ❤️
Thank you for your visit and gracious words
Interesting and beautiful words . Liked the read
You write nicely ))
Thank you for the read and enjoyment
The seasons of our lives seem so fleeting, the illusion of time so mystifying, that which we would treasure slips from our grasp so readily, how can we hope to possess. Beautifully written my friend!
Thank you for your beautiful comment and visiting
Tons of passion. The flow is brilliant and smooth in the outpouring of emotion.
Thank you and cheers…
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