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 Sep 2016 B L Costello
Stephan
~
If less really is more
then I want less, because
I definitely want more
~
 Sep 2016 B L Costello
Stephan


Inspires love,

a rose, maybe
a kiss, often
a smile, possibly
a song, might
a touch, perhaps
a poem, sometimes

you, forever
 Sep 2016 B L Costello
Stephan
.
Vibrations loosen
the dust on my piano,
releasing tiny particles
into a rectangle sunbeam
dancing about the glass,
while I play sad love songs
on freeform keys,
fingered imagination
frantically moving
levers in never before
heard melodies
with a locked
sustain pedal
holding each note
to gradually
evanesce
into silence,
as the dust
once again
settles
Just a poem, not a state of mind.  :)
 Sep 2016 B L Costello
Stephan
~

While fireflies wrote

a love poem
on the evening sky

your kiss
wrote one

on my heart
I am going to try something new. I will call these little poems my Compact Poem Series. I hope you enjoy these when you see them because I am really enjoying writing them.
 Sep 2016 B L Costello
Stephan

As fall now spins its color wheel,
a’ changing of the leaves to share
Simple are these pleasures shown
now won’t you come and meet me there

To feel the breeze upon your skin
in wafting scents of mountain pine
So I may hold you close to me,
and know you’ll be forever mine

Perhaps we’ll share a tender kiss
while walking slowly in the sun
Admiring the season’s view
as nothing more could be such fun

Then spend the day in shaded bliss
beneath a pastel maple tree
Here in the park as autumn paints
a masterpiece for you and me
 Sep 2016 B L Costello
Stephan
.

I saw autumn

reflecting in your
springtime eyes

and knew
as long as I was with you

summer would never end
Part of my Compact Poem series
 Sep 2016 B L Costello
Stephan
.
Another smirking moon,
I haven’t slept for two days
Thoughts of her, of us,
dreams I used to have,
visions of happiness
now faded nightmare images,
swirling in my head,
congesting my brain
I try, I pretend, I wrap my arms
around my pillow,
it's not the same,
not even ******* close
Rapid (open) eye movements
Tear stained cheeks,
(I can't stop crying)
wet sheets
"not the good kind",
tossing and turning,
kicking off the covers,
pulling them back,
missing her smile, her laugh, her
I stare at nothing,
bloodshot eyes reflecting
red LED numbers
blurred beyond midnight,
ticking slowly,
minute after minute after
minute of loneliness
Then, here it comes,
another worthless sunrise
Maybe someday
she’ll come back to me,
maybe someday
she'll love me again,
maybe someday
I’ll get some sleep
Sorry about the language, but I was very upset when I wrote this and literally haven't slept in two days.
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