Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Wednesday, April 3, 2013

Waterlily Moon

A waterlily blooming in an inky indigo pond,
the moon perfumes the night sky with its petals
We kiss on the jagged rocks,
toss promises into the sea below,
and watch them sink like stones,
lost in the water.

A seagull calls for its mate
Its plea rises and falls like the peaks of the waves
We walk together,
leaving our footprints and our names
written in the powdery sand,
washed away by morning.

You give me the pit of your self
but hoard the sweet fruit
I plant it in the warm earth,
yield seasons of memories.

submitted for Wordle 102 at the Sunday Whirl


Brian Miller said...

tossing the promises and watching them sink like stones...mmm...telling...given me the pit and hoarded the fruit...dang, nice way to put that...with feeling...

hyperCRYPTICal said...

This is quite lovely Lolamourse.

Anna :o]

Wolfsrosebud said...

" You give me the pit of your self
but hoard the sweet fruit"

wonder how many of us do this in relationships

Kathie Brown said...

I really like this one. Nice imagery. I like the line about the moon perfuming the sky with its petals.