Captivated by your eyes
Breathing deeply and letting out sighs
A short wondrous elevator ride
Elation with you by my side
Pinacles abutting
Molten lava oozing
The eagle spreads its wings
As the the bird sings
The ship missile is out
Strong and mighty on route
Then I open my eyes and you step out
What a wondrous ride indeed.
Hugs from Brooklyn Love Guady G
Leaves change color
Soon they rest on the ground
I’m comforted knowing that a barren tree will once again thrive
It’s nature and a cycle that is expected to reset
But the lone tree saddens me because it chooses to stay barren
It finds comfort in being isolated
It prevents the growth of its own beauty.
Whatever fruit they could have provided shall be no more.
It’s sad that you bring them the sun, water and nourishment yet only cold winter days is all they want to see.
In the future it will be that sole fallen tree in the middle of the forest. No one will know about it and worse no one will care.
Please don’t become that lone tree. Seek help or let someone help you. You are important and you are loved. I send you hugs from Brooklyn.
With Love Guady G.
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
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
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?
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