vincent's pas de deux

one-two-three

one-two three

dance with me, waltz with me

into warm, sun-kissed day

our footsteps, soft swaying

give birth, honey-sweet hay

 



one-two-three

one-two three

promenade, to the skies

under fair, starry night

swirling globes, arabesque

heaven's hope, taking flight

one-two-three

one-two three

rise and fall, to terrace

embraced by softest light

pas de deux, comes to end

quiet dance, has given sight

Inspired by Magpie Tales 72.   

Surrender

independence, not always freedom
days and nights
alone
without other
not nearly as sweet as milk and honey
rather, lonliness' acrid pill
until day, hour, minute of surrender to love's first kiss
submission to another
seemingly to usurp liberty, personal sovereignty
not so
with him
marriage of souls, freedom takes flight
independence born
release

A different take on freedom and independence on Canada Day & the quickly approaching American Fourth of July.  I often think that true freedom begins with we and not I.  Surrendering to the will, hopes, dreams, and lives of others more often brings about true liberty than the wants and needs of just one.

Flight

dare to soar above the darkness of others

defy gravity to take on this challenge
reveal the color God has painted your heart
only obstacle to inaugural flight is you








I want to push myself as a writer. One cannot always or only write when "inspired".  Writing is like a muscle that must be used and trained in order to become stronger.  This is why I have chosen to participate in Magpie Tales.  This is how it goes.

1. Go to Magpie Tales.
2. Look at the picture.
3. Write something about it and post on your blog.
4. Link your piece of work on Magpie Tales.
5. Read other's works and comment. 
6. Grow as a writer and explore the exciting world of creativiy!

Mother

flesh of my flesh

blood of my blood

fruit of my womb

time has painted us together

     canvas grazed with swirls of a lifetime

     painter's hand creating warmest impression

light, movement, softness of color

we already the “we”

born of another

heart of my lover

flowers of other's garden

chance has brought us together

     canvas fraught with juxtaposition of

          expectation

     painter's hand creating harshest abstraction

angle, balance, boldness of color

we yet the “shall be”

neither the same

each treasure

both masterpiece

One Soul

for my soulmate, my love, my other half

tumbling from the heavens onto this earth
one soul, fragmented into two, at hours of birth

after the fall, each soul-half, lost and confused
searched for the other, 'til battled and bruised

longing for complement and purest of love
once as it was, in the heavens above

aimlessly wandering, seeking truth of other soul-twin
without answer, always wondering, "when?"

empty connections, shattered hope and broken dreams
almost giving up, heart torn at the seams

until accident, deftly woven by the weaver's fate
dispirited soul-halves, come upon destined mate

each, tattered, torn and listless, gaze into eyes of the other
an instant knowing, no need to search for another

one soul wholly reunited, "you are the he and i am the she,
finally together, we are the we"