disillusioned dilettante: Favorites

Mar 2020 disillusioned dilettante

Sara Teasdale

Only in sleep I see their faces,
Children I played with when I was a child,
Louise comes back with her brown hair braided,
Annie with ringlets warm and wild.

Only in sleep Time is forgotten —
What may have come to them, who can know?
Yet we played last night as long ago,
And the doll-house stood at the turn of the stair.

The years had not sharpened their smooth round faces,
I met their eyes and found them mild —
Do they, too, dream of me, I wonder,
And for them am I too a child?

Mar 2020 disillusioned dilettante

Fine Wine

Mar 2020 disillusioned dilettante

FrankieM

Fine Wine

Your value does not depreciate
with time- rather
I thirst for
more of
you,
you
are
the
f
i
n
e
s
t
of wine

Mar 2020 disillusioned dilettante

Dandelions

Mar 2020 disillusioned dilettante

Advent

Dandelions

Some days your mind floats like dandelions,
wandering aimlessly
on and on.

Like magic,
like dust,
like time you cannot touch–
you are lost in your universe
crushing dreams and unweaving expectations

Until suddenly,
gravity pulls you back
into your sheets.

Your eyes,
hostaged in reality,
come back in its consciousness

You wake up,
let a tear drop,
and feel bad for breathing.

Mar 2020 disillusioned dilettante

From Inside

Mar 2020 disillusioned dilettante

Me

From Inside

A long
withdrawal now
comes to
its end
and in
a soft but
roaring burst
the Earth
exhales
in peace
and silence

Mar 2020 disillusioned dilettante

Daydreams

Mar 2020 disillusioned dilettante

Hailey

Daydreams

Lost in my own thoughts.
Tangled, twisted, sticky, sweet.
My endless retreat.

haiku

#haiku

May 2019 disillusioned dilettante

Lovers of mine...

May 2019 disillusioned dilettante

Jayne E

Lovers of mine...

Lovers lovers, loves of mine
taken and given
secrets shared some forbidden
lovely lovers in lovers night

Lovers lovers, loves of mine
given and taken
hands locked tight in grasp
and beds a shaken

Lover lovers, loves of mine
given and bidden
looked for in places serect & hidden
nights black embrace
has us ******* in lace

Lovers lovers, loves of mine
kept well hidden
dark involute arcane mysterious
hushed by lip, cup, sip abstruse

Lovers lovers, loves of mine
surrendered and loved
sweet tenderest tenderness
deep devoutist feels gifts from above

Lovers lovers, loves of mine
yielded and sealed
hearts meet in exultation,
sweet delight
jouissance savoured by we,
night after night.

J.C. tiger-baby 12/03/2010