White sandy beaches,
[whose] waves [are] rolling,
[just] a short time ago [they pounded] over the shoals.
{They} Washed away my solitary foot prints from [all] the shores,
where [now] the gulls and terns fight over a scrap of jetsam.


What part of life would I be if not a loner,
Could you see me washing the streets with rain?
not I, just as I could not picture the restrictions
of traffic lights on my foot{-}worn paths.

This is a Times Ten Challenge response inspired by Lori's "Youthful Lure". Thanks Lori!

Portal

Dark eyes offered a pool of fulfillment
as zephyrs whispered of love songs;
innocence paled among the cliffrose,
plucked one by one from their stem.

Hi Cathy ~ I love the title. . .perfect it would seem. . .I guess my biggest nit would be that I would like to see "him" and "her". . .more throughout this work.

His dark eyes offered
a pool of fulfillment;
zephered whispered of love songs
floating on the sweet night air,
and her innocence paled
among the cliffrose,
plucked one by one
from their stem.



On the eve of physical blossoming,
expectations winged gentle skies,
hopes touched the heavens with promise spoken...
scorned by thorned reality.

I may look for another way to say "physical". . .all your word choices are so "poetic". . .so lovely. . .and physical seems somewhat "doctor" like.

The flaming bittersweet ascension dawned
breathless upon her trembling soul,
palatial garden petals tumbled
shattered dreams at her feet.

This reminds me of all those Woodiwiss books I used to read in high school. . .The Flame and the Flower, the Wolf and the Dove, etc. *smile* I'd like to know exactly what you're talkinga bout here though. . .or moreseo anyway. . .what ascension? etc.

~~~

Behold... a warming kiss of golden sun
glistens upon her cleansing tears,
embraces emotional healing
to break the binding spell he'd cast.

All very lovely and fairy-tale like. . .your wording does put one in a garden. . .I can see it.

Her blissful sigh kindles soft light within
that star dusts Arabian nights.
Scents of desert flowers fill the air
as contentment fills her heart.

Interesting ending. . .finding the bliss inside the heart ache. . .which is always, always there when we look deep enough.

~Ren~

Cathy Bollhoefer
copyright Sept 14, 2006


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