a lonesome climb

a dark dream tip-toes a winding path with morbid mood

between 

progressive equations - walks along a steep barranca  or  

more so an excess

of  wild hippy hedgerow silvered by moonlig webs

attemtpting catch or can

a bay with cliffs, gossamer green scented by Spanish sugar,

bundled balloons,

fresh fish shimmering, hands fluttering, gulls 

shrieking chish and fips,

waves tickling palms, childrens' toes, moated sand

castles built by would-be  builders 

a chapel, ancient with dusty echoes of a barn owl's prayers,

far night distant 

from the coastline, back from an argument of all 

about wood and moor,

bladderack strewn sands - well known to passing demons 

prayerless with tantrums..

a house with a door with crumbling paint,  corroding postbox deserted by postie passed his prime, 

unfit for a future,  stamped and void of warmth, covers folded,

sans a lick or kiss,  tearfully alone

as feral cats wander around trees sprawling winds past

their  best, near lifeless..

a half waking memory of endless passion, fragile breath

gasping, hands tied, thighs apart: 

time spent in half hitches sans guilt, brows raised along with whatever  - 

seems appropriate as fingers dance, smile whispers as if guilty

of one adventuring, other analytical 

a snug sit on floor, listening to mood music, fingers stroking palms as cat curls a lonesome of love, 

a fuss of relief around.. lips, tongues, tinted with rich red

wine robust in vintage urgency

picked in the heat of early morning by sought awareness

but not read until time has peaked

lips ajar, a silken white scarf in hand drips its spirit slowly,

softly laughing neither 

guilt nor preference alter the object in either  mind,

oblivion sought what is, 

anything solvent, anything perfect, anythind welcome 

for for this tournament

will  innocence lose the game yet again.. patience diluted,

words made in mouthed directions

from an every day language, requested by a wilderness

of minds wandering  after all

wonderomg  if -  after all, it prefers warmth rather than cool

cool ministrations - perhaps.. 

Reviews

[Amanda Reynolds]

I love all elements of your poem, but the first line title and line will stay with me! Thank you for this...

[emmajoygreen]

Thank you so very, very much, Amanda - more than happy to share with your. Enjoy your weekend!

[Kim S.]

Such a beautiful write you put your heart into, This is such a lovely poem, with very vivid imagery.
You hold talent.

[emmajoygreen]

How very kind, smiling thanks on the way from here to there! Will visit again soon. Happy weekend.

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

i read this again, and it still holds up. if anything, my opinions on this piece has grown. the first line just gives me goosebumps and from there words flow like a wave. i'll probably come here again.

[emmajoygreen]

Please visit at any time, Ern, your words are always so kind. You mentioned prose.. I do have quite a lot posted. Will forward a couple of suggestives, do have a long thingy, 'Duncan Grant' if ever you have time. Wishing you a happy Sunday, sir.

[Starr]

WOW!! This is so good, I love your powerful imagery especially the part of "a chapel, ancient with dusty echoes of a barn owl's prayers," Such a beautiful write.

[emmajoygreen]

Thank you so very much, what a generous review!
Is late here in the UK, will visit you in the morning, Starr,

[LisaCarol]

So poetic and beautiful, this piece. As I’ve said before, your abilities to pen such amazing poetry always astounds me. Thank you for sharing and all the love you provide to us that so admire you.

[Şenay]

'a bay with cliffs, gossamer green scented by Spanish sugar,
bundled balloons,
fresh fish shimmering, hands fluttering, gulls 
shrieking,
waves tickling childrens' toes ..'

İmagining this lovely scenery in my head...

A beautiful poem about taking pleasure in the many things that life and nature offers us.
Thank you for sharing. Ş

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

this was one of the best pieces writing i have found on this site. your command of vocabulary and descriptiveness here is as good as it gets. it felt like reading a story, and i kept wanting it to go somewhere. that only means my attention was captured and i got lost into this piece of writing. marvellous work.

[emmajoygreen]

Ern, let me snaffle an inspiration, How do I thank you, let me count the ways..

Many, many thanks for such a generous and kind review, sir. At heart am more a story writer than poet,thus, here, perhaps, both worked together as offered by you. :)

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

i'd love to read one of your stories. i love good prose more than anything

[Thomas W Case]

Beautiful imagery. You paint the scene well.

[emmajoygreen]

Many, many thank yous, Thomas - kind you. Will be back later and plan to repay kindnesses - that includes you, sir. :)

[Titilayo Sarah Eguridu]

The journey of life is an interesting metaphor, and it’s very personal.
Even when we share the experiences with others…our interpretation is and will always be personal.
Each scene was colorful.
This is poetry on canvas Emmajoy!

[emmajoygreen]

What a generous review, my friend.. many thanks and even more!

[Titilayo Sarah Eguridu]

You’re welcome.

[Efxaris Arampatzi]

I love this poem, Emma! The imagery you've created through words is so clear, and I felt like I was inside the dream. I love this part "a chapel, ancient with dusty echoes of a barn owl's prayers." It’s such a beautiful and powerful line. As always you have written a masterpiece!