If only I were in Spring

A Soliloquy

I’ve been waiting many a season to come across him. A myriad of times I was bemused by all I encountered. I remember stopping, settling down for a while only to soon realize that I had been lost. Of course, I kept going but as I traveled my skin became more arid and now there are creases that weren’t there in my summer.

I look into the mirror and I see my spring because that’s how I feel! That’s how he makes me feel. My joints have loud crepitus but those sounds are barely audible next to the pangs of my being. He makes me want to soar. I want to roar I’m free!

If this were a world without judgement and without consequences then I would proceed. But I can’t for in this world we live in, they would not understand that love and passion are ageless. My heart was constrained but now it has been let loose by him. He holds the key but how will anyone understand? To them it would be like placing a square peg into a circular shape. It doesn’t fit they would say. It doesn’t belong.

I see that too but why do my feelings become so in tune every time he strums the guitar? Why does his written prose synch so well with the basic tenet of who I am? It’s not fair! I’ve searched decades to find him. Why do I need to ignore my feelings? Ignore him?

But I get it for he is barely into spring and I’m I’m in late fall. I have only the winter before me. I am that leaf that’s so beautiful in color but soon to fade and fall off.

I shall always remember him and in my dreams and oh in my sweet dreams shall he be with me forever.

Happy Poetry Month my darlings. Keep writing. Stay safe. Stay strong. Thank you for reading this long post. I appreciate you.

Hugs from Brooklyn
Guady

The bite that kills.

I met you on the web and thought you seemed quite tasty.

Sorry if the introduction was a bit too hasty

My name is Rach and I’m a spy my dear

I own fine silk and I’ll wrap you in it.

This is my game and I always win it.

Later my sweet

So glad we had a chance to meet.

Happy Saturday my friends Guady G
Hugs from Brooklyn

The Leaves Don’t Want To Leave!!

We change whether we like it or not.
We bloom so green but then fall approaches
We begin to lose life but no one takes notice!

We are vibrant in pretty colors.
Hiding our pain and fears so well this way!
In reality we forget ourselves.

Then we fall and the wind takes us away.
Winter comes and we are but a sweet memory!

Well I’m done having to leave like those that left before me!

I chose to stay for I want to be the tree.
It withstands all seasons.
Even when gone it’s roots will always remain.
I too want to let the world know…
I was here!!

Signed the Lone Leaf

Love you all
Guady G

PS Do you like the pretty pic I took with my iPhone 11?

HOLD UP!


A dog and its bark breaks the silence as I lean on the bark of a tree. Contemplating nature and all its beauty. My own beauty in its natural state as well.

What are we to do but remain silent and listen to the echoes of our forefathers? If not we risk falling prey to absolute silence, not even an echo of a sound in our surround. Nothingness! The void! Erased!

Stop! Press record and go forwards with your own sound. Make it real loud. Let others know you are around. You aren’t invisible! You are invincible!

With much love and hugs from Brooklyn
Guady G

On Fire


Fire Fire
I’m burning with desire

I’m hotter than that flame
And you’re the one to blame

Only you knew how to set my heart ablaze
And now with you in my life there is no haze

Thank you baby
This one’s for you
Guady G