Unlock My Book and Read Me | Short Poem No. 112

Unlock my book and read me.
Dare yourself to decipher
soul and emotions
and deep, deep notions
that may, or may not,
thrive under calloused skin.

Unlock my book and read me
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My heart will grasp my impressions
and encrypt my perceptions as they leave.
Solely the one who can unravel
will feel me as I bleed.

Short Poem No. 111 (Untitled)

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The Seas are Deep and Mysterious | Poetry Remix No. 52

The seas are deep and mysterious. Erratically terrifying. Bound by nothing but the flood, you have no bearing where you are. Just a compass to tell you where to go. The fierce sun or furious clouds may be above you. Below you, bewildering depths.

But, then again, the sea is not a destination, it’s a journey.

The Seas are Deep and Mysterious
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This sea full of life . . . and death. Plunge deep, find another’s tomb. . . or maybe their lost treasure. At dusk, paradoxes magnify. The moon gives shadows only, not clarity, and you’re left conjecturing on whether the strange notes you hear are the kind creatures of the abyss, or the sirens of malintent. . .

But, for me, I rest in this ocean, stray in this sea. I’m adrift in this briny air, with the sea-birds orchestrating their charming cacophony to the rhythm of waves.

Yes. . . I’m lost. . .strayed. . .adrift. . . not in the ocean. . .not in the sea. . . because yes, they are deep and mysterious, just like I’ve described. But, truly, this most deep and mysterious place I’m in. . . is a place called love. . . And I’ve just hopped off my boat.

Silky Flowers. . .Epitomes of You

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Silky Flowers. . .Epitomes of You | Poetry Remix No. 49

Silky flowers . . .epitomes of you.

Decorated in delicate dresses.

Silky Flowers. . .Epitomes of You
Photo by Nikhita Singhal on Unsplash

I’ll draw you in pastures of loneliness.

Suns Rise to Parch Tears

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The Waves are Crashing | Poetry Remix No. 46

The waves are crashing against shaded stones.
The salty air dries the brine of the night.
Creatures clamber, evading to their homes.
Skinny palm trees bend their hands to the light.

the waves are crashing
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I close my eyes, you drift into picture.
Disregarding all but our affection.
We’re so carefree, relishing this fixture.
Insouciant, relishing imperfection.

Let’s float apart, together, me and you.
Laughs. . . flirty glances. . . our envisaged cove.
Between the azure sky and ocean blue,
there’s the warmth of the sun, and of our love.

I close my eyes and I hold your hand in mine,
But when eyes open, you’re not here. . this time. . .

One Day You Won’t Recognize Me

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