Discovery

The verdict is in; my Galaxy S8 does not require replacement. The battery has expanded and prised the back apart from the front. My guru can fix it, so that is one colossal expenditure I shall avoid. Thankfully my OtterBox has kept it together thus far. Another week of weirdness should be all the phone gives.

I get the feeling
Your hands touching, soothing me
Practiced perfectly,
My reaction is in kind,
Relatively well-balanced.

I cannot tell you
I do not know all the words,
For his meaning, see.

Love is no vague tale,
It is solid as the selves shared
With the two of us.

Sometimes you win all,
Others you lose more than ought
Fortunate are times
When you discover graces
You never dared to think real.

Interspace

The heart becomes a wilderness,
The trees are bare, left bereft
As Winter falls cold and colder
I, no longer bold, grow older,
Your footsteps make no sound, echo,
On the leaf-strewn path, receding.
I wonder at myself left bleeding,
Trying more to bide believing,
But cannot know if your anger –
Was an outburst or soulful season,
Shall we again together have reason
To celebrate the who we are
Or risk space come between us afar.

Short Shrift

A vast ocean flows
Within reaching for others
But it overwhelms, drowns,
With dying optimism
When rejected and alone.

Come lovely sweet one
Come here now, let me adore
You, my dear, blessing.

What I know, believe,
Is turned to all of nothing
Without, I love you.

Life runs quick along,
Carries us forward without
Giving permission.

Never taken down
Into places much desired;
The surface remains.

Head held up, above,
The drowning cascades, flowing,
From the abandon,
Blood meets bone, such evidence,
A heart let be entertained.

Hopes, a cycle dashed –
While allowing settlement,
Engagement released.

It is the last of calm before the oncoming Holidays. Now is the time to get some writing, creativity in before busyness intrudes. Haiku and tanka will not overtax you. So there is your prompt. Good fortune to you all.

Insight

We go here and there
Doing this and that fine thing
But getting nowhere.

To Tell The Tale

You may be able
To live within the fable,
But a fantasy
Can leave you cold in the night
When love moves out of sight.
Empty icy sheets
May feel like a shroud, a cheat,
Taking forever
Away on a wind clever
Enough to sing you goodbye.
Fickle fate has eyes
Seeing through this thin disguise
Telling me, “Be wise,
Some waiting is worth the times,
To claim the gorgeous vision
Just beyond the curtained eyes.”
You are a hard one
To guide around barriers
But will merrier
Be for time expended on
Becoming love’s forever home.
So until you share
A pleasant trace, who you are,
I will stay right here,
As my heartache keeps singing.