Storms Call

There is a storm
Brewing just beyond
This loneliness and
Moments when hearts
Connect in a flash,
Swift lightning
Becoming whatever
Is needed to set
Worlds colliding –
At peace, aright.
One calls it love
Another caring,
But the storm
Puts together
The need, the wanting,
Bodies, emotions,
The fading of day
The magic of night.
A hand joins another
No signals for stop
A celebration begins –
A deeper immersion
Finds transcendent delight.

Bookish Wonders

There on the shelf
A constellation of stars,
Unwitting cooperation,
To be explored in
The privacy between
Covers, pages, air, space
Eyes, brain; finding life,
Love, the meaning only
Words can capture, present,
Gifts, mind to mind,
Heart to heart, no matter
The years apart and death
Or living, chronicles of
Everything worth ink
Spilled, durable notes.
Maybe it is our one
Ordinary magic shared
Extraordinarily deployed,
Fresh as a rosebud,
Blushing as a bloom
Recreating us, enhancing
Our understanding
And fostering creativity.

Autumn Becomes

As the weather cools
A feeling, vast excitement,
Like blooming in Spring;
The air fresh washed squeaky clean,
A bright season evergreen.

In Case of Emergency

Running around with
Ideas caroming inside
A mind, heart, alive,
Wild with creativity
Just outside reality.

Gathered Pieces

Every one of the following stands as a separate unit. Some are haiku; some are free verse. I often doodle verses on Facebook that do not get here. This mix is like that and from my journal.

Each one turned around,
Walked as far as could away,
Tears haunt me today.

You left me in tears
After all these many years,
You still break my heart.

I keep planting seeds
The soil and rain must nurture
And make the fruit grow.

What you do not know
Someone else cannot always
Reveal so clearly,
You must find, learn, for yourself.

I was sure it would
Never happen, but I stand
Here and totally.

When the time is right
You find what makes the most of
Your life and living.

Hearts sketched in pen and ink,
Is this all we have become
In the fading of our days?
I think we still must possess
Desire enough to help make
The world a better place for us
And those meant to come.

As a prompt, just canoodle with your imagination, engage your creativity, and let be what comes of the snuggling.