FALLING RITUALS
We love
quietly now.
Passion's fires
are reduced to glowing embers.
It is dusk,
and evening
and its darkness
with its scent of jasmine,
is approaching.
A kiss at the door,
one brief embrace,
a cuddle at night ...
rituals, leaving traces
of love in their wake.
Falling into habits, now
together, we are growing
older,
but not yet
wiser.
Falling,
rituals give us
peace,
we are
secure
in the gentle knowing
that together
we are lovers
who have passed
times' test.
We enjoy the ember glow
and fall
into another
ritual of love.
mebw
© 7-4-13
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Thursday, July 4, 2013
Sunday, April 14, 2013
NaPoWriMo #14 I NEVER MEANT TO MAKE YOU CRY
I NEVER MEANT TO MAKE YOU CRY
I don't understand
these puddles at your feet,
the streaks down your face.
Why are you running down the street?
I just took your hand,
it was time to say good-bye,
time to reach for other stars.
Did you want me to lie?
This was so unplanned,
it was only just a fling,
just a way to pass the time.
It really did not mean a thing,
to me.
But here you are with puddles,
running away from this good-bye.
Please, understand, it was just a game.
I never meant to make you cry.
mebw
© 4-14-13
I don't understand
these puddles at your feet,
the streaks down your face.
Why are you running down the street?
I just took your hand,
it was time to say good-bye,
time to reach for other stars.
Did you want me to lie?
This was so unplanned,
it was only just a fling,
just a way to pass the time.
It really did not mean a thing,
to me.
But here you are with puddles,
running away from this good-bye.
Please, understand, it was just a game.
I never meant to make you cry.
mebw
© 4-14-13
Thursday, April 19, 2012
04.19.12 BEYOND THE BROKEN HEART
BEYOND THE BROKEN HEART
There are a million pieces
Scattered
Blood-covered
Nearly lifeless …
Mutilated
Damaged
Irreparable
They are almost unrecognizable.
Beyond bullets
Beyond death
Beyond an eternity
Of hopelessness
Is nothingness
Is emptiness
Is hollowness
And despair.
Beyond betrayal
Beyond innocence lost
Beyond the lies
Beyond the broken heart
Remains
An undiscovered
An uncovered
An unannounced
Love
That never
Will be found.
© 4/19/12
in memory of
VC, MC, MV
And all our lost innocents
There are a million pieces
Scattered
Blood-covered
Nearly lifeless …
Mutilated
Damaged
Irreparable
They are almost unrecognizable.
Beyond bullets
Beyond death
Beyond an eternity
Of hopelessness
Is nothingness
Is emptiness
Is hollowness
And despair.
Beyond betrayal
Beyond innocence lost
Beyond the lies
Beyond the broken heart
Remains
An undiscovered
An uncovered
An unannounced
Love
That never
Will be found.
© 4/19/12
in memory of
VC, MC, MV
And all our lost innocents
Thursday, July 14, 2011
a river of stones day 14 #1
simply holding hands
strolling through summer morning
testament to love
Michelle Balletto-Wooten
© 7-14-11
strolling through summer morning
testament to love
Michelle Balletto-Wooten
© 7-14-11
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
OLD MAN'S GATE
OLD MAN'S GATE
Flowers grow a bit wild now.
He's killed the hog and sold the sow
Winter winds, they don't abate,
They just blow by the old man's gate.
Life got bad a year a go -
Lost his wife in a winter snow.
Never recovered from love's cruel blow.
She's buried by the old man's gate.
Spring may come again they say;
Flowers bloom another day.
All we can do is hope and pray
For fairer breezes through the old man's gate.
Michelle Balletto-Wooten
© 7-5-11
Flowers grow a bit wild now.
He's killed the hog and sold the sow
Winter winds, they don't abate,
They just blow by the old man's gate.
Life got bad a year a go -
Lost his wife in a winter snow.
Never recovered from love's cruel blow.
She's buried by the old man's gate.
Spring may come again they say;
Flowers bloom another day.
All we can do is hope and pray
For fairer breezes through the old man's gate.
Michelle Balletto-Wooten
© 7-5-11
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