Love is like a wild wind
Am I just a howling wildness?
or maybe a howling triumph!
...
In evening's solitude sipping a glass of wine, or
maybe two, and listening to Roberta's love songs
Being spirited away dizzily to dream land
...
Her First born that seems so long ago:
Peering into my mind
Look at what I see!
...
Early on: the radiance morning sun
infusing space and exposing me unbound
I lay beside him, marveling aura waltzing
behind my eyelids
...
We found each other under the evening sky
the moon sat directly over our heads and sent
tidal waves that made our hearts bulge with love.
...
Your friendship likens the sun-
it lights up the world
Your friendship likens a fruit-
...
She with child waged a fight
But baby won outright
Then she struggled with self
...
There they lay watching the rising sun.
No more can night see daylight
than the darkness hide her anymore.
Desiring a new beginning, as the old world
...
Red and white garlands draped the treasure chest.
They marched in tandem in the quietness of
The cathedral, offering up sorrowful
Tears to her crimson dressed body
...
My dear, every journey
Begins with one single step,
then another, they alternate
with each other, and the body
...
Here, here, here, Princess
My little puffball
My baby girl wants
a Christmas tree, yet
...
We found each other, hungry,
thirsty, and singed by love.
I'm charred by love again, then
you left this rapacious lioness
...
"Mother You have A Baby Boy" while laying
Seven pounds of flesh on my throbbing
heart, tears streaming down my face, drops
falling on his light brown hair, and the crease
...
Cloud and gloom hang low
Sunshine nowhere in sight
Herein lies autumn mood
...
Fourth Born
While they were carefully restoring
...
Time occupies her beauty
Few gaze upon her in awe
Age like a winter day, too,
a wilted flower in May
...
</>How long,
should it matter
or is it just desire
out-living performance?
...
I SHALL DOTE MYSELF
I was inspired to write "I Shall Dote Myself" Mother's Day, after noticing I had not received one card from my four (4) children! I thought, perhaps they cannot -after so many Mother's Days-find the words to express their sentiments. Her, my children, I shall dote myself:
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A Rush Of Wild Wind
Love is like a wild wind
Am I just a howling wildness?
or maybe a howling triumph!
Twirling and twisting into a knot
Ought I pull this way or not?
Head spinning, heart running,
and I'm following its path.
Oh sweet heart see the flowers
hanging over the picket fence,
five lovely petals crying
out for-get-me-not!
In the never-ending heaven hangs
as many shinning stars as angels!
Having slept nights alone
Desire crests, overflowing
waves over waves
Sitting alone on the riverbank
Pondering the long dive
Billows beckoning me to ride
Having no buds in waiting
can love bloom at any age?
Growing older against your junior-
wasn't well thought out
years between us are felt,
and distance to be dealt with
Almedia Knight
July 9,2009
Almedia Knight And she is a great poet down to earth heart bestirs to know what she writes passion reels through by quest of her muse as mind meanders for a cup of misty wine as i read starry soul by her poetics the angel seems to sprinkle bliss i slowly bend down yet genuflecting to her grace rarest of rares yet unequaled........... ..................................................... all the best of love and regards subhendu
Like a bloom of freshness, Almedia's poetry fills the page with colours that are sure to please any pallet...Her poetry speaks of everyday things...that open the minds eye to what surrounds us all...The truth, understanding...and gratitude that shines like a flaxen sun for her work is of the highest quality that many in the poetry world have come to admire and deeply love....Almedia is one of the most respected poetess's here at PH...and across the world....Take a glimpse at her work...and be inspired. All the very best to you for the future Almedia my dear friend....God bless Your friend in poetry Jon
This poem creates imagery in me and in my heart. There's something deepest part uncovered yet. sue