Buried Deep

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Winter's whispers gather in the oaks

Summer's secrets buried now in snow

Trees that once blazed with the fires of fall

Ash-like grey pierced with the black of crow

Limbs that sported pumpkin colored suns

Colorless as water's own reflection

Can not hearts have seasons of their own?

Love withstands the chill of disaffection

Though I try to speak of this to you

Snow lays its cold blanket over voice

Membrane between me and what I want

Hope you understand I have no choice.

submitted for Poetry Jam, Deep

We Write Poems, Word Pairs

Gooseberry Garden, Poetry Picnic 15, Winter

Wowz!!!

Love In Vermilion

photo: Christine Donnier-Valentin

You loved me once

I held you in my arms

You lay your head against me 

and dreamt

Now I'm trash

fit for the alley rats and junkies

an embarrassment

You used to revel in my riot of red

We danced so hard, boy

the springs broke

and you laughed

Does she let you do those things

to her?

When did your life turn beige?

Look out your window

Can you hear me singing?

It's raining

and my vermilion is washing into the street

Please bring me back inside.

submitted for Magpie Tales, 93

and Theme Thursday, Inside

When We Were Wild

Memories of Youth by AlGrega

When we were wild

we owned the world

 we laughed too loud

we knew it all

hung with our crowd

When we were wild

we smoked some pot

we drank too much

and all we saw

was ours to touch

When we were wild

we broke the rules

we could not bend

we vowed our love

betrayed our friends

When we were wild

we grew apart

then we grew mild

so long ago

when we were wild.