The Other Side of Love

The Other Side of Love

The Other Side of Love

What she told me then—

It’s all ending—
this burden.

Beyond time Behind locks
fear is something else

and she wore it like a queen.

2017 April PAD Challenge: Day 30

 

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Loving You

Loving You

Loving You

Nothing compares
to clinging together
when our hearts

have collapsed
in the middle
of surrender.

 

2017 April PAD Challenge: Day 25

I Have Faith in Us

I have Faith in UsI Have Faith in Us

This time around
I won’t look for answers
in the dust and damp ash—
sometimes ideas are frail flowers.

After reading Corinthians
and begging for love,
you still don’t believe
there’s something waiting
for us.

But I do.

2017 April PAD Challenge: Day 24

The Refrain (A Sonnet)

The Refrain

The Refrain

Behind the lover’s smiles lost in this world
are untold secrets longing to be free.
But lovers’ lips must linger swathed, unfurled
aside tides of stray words flung into the sea.

The futures of our children wait and so
we dance barefoot ’round the world this night.
and sing the story of our love so slow,
so soundless under midnight’s candlelight.

When friends say, “Let us listen to your song,”
I’ll tell them it is written on our hearts
where fickle moss and time do not belong—
only the fading chords of betrothed sweethearts.

Oh, gift me with your moonlit eyes and charms,
and I will die with your sonnet in my arms.

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2017 April PAD Challenge: Day 11

The Secret of Love

The Secret of Love

The Secret of Love

A tumble of rain
Soft samba on the river
from midnight to dawn
The secret of love is to
just listen a cappella

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Write a Tanka

2017 April PAD Challenge: Day 3

Once, I loved. (A Ghazal)

Once, I loved

Once, I loved. (A Ghazal)

Far the eagle leaps above the snowcapped rise of fortune
as a vagrant laboring low for wayward tithes of fortune.

Riving apples, sodden brown, sprawl cloven upon miry knolls.
Here my basket, lush with breeze, awaits, remise of fortune.

For how long shall my errant hands race the blazing seasons?
This brittle wicker too, hungers for one sunrise of fortune.

I pang for one kiss—a dawn’s delight. My shadow alone grazes.
But yours, in mirrored tales, tarries among untended eyes of fortune.

Silent love is a burden to unsheathe; a glint of steel to awaken.
And I, abandoned to the eagle, arise to parry, blythe of fortune.

April 2017 PAD Day 1

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Learn how to write a Ghazal