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S R Mats Dec 2024
Hair in braids hanging down,
The Sun in rays shining all around.
Glimmers and shimmers on skin so fair
That glows upon long dark hair.
Bare feet tread on soil rich and brown
Pattering as they touch the ground.
The softest air in rhythm is growing
And scents of ocean breezes flowing
To a blue haze above the mountains.
This is where my heart is soaring
'Or mounts, oceans, 'n watery fountains.
Any help appreciated with this stanza:
"Glimmers and shimmers on skin so fair
That glows upon long dark hair."
"That glows upon long dark hair." feel off slightly like it needs a word or something.
S R Mats Dec 2024
Black as night
Coal for eyes
Glee at shiny objects
Gathering bits of light
You bring gifts
Some years ago, we had a large crow that was a regular visitor when my grandson was playing in the yard.  It would bring objects and drop them for him to pick up.  One day it was a tube of lipstick!
S R Mats Dec 2024
We give and give of ourselves.
Without thought or reservations,

Without hesitation,
- we give.

In giving we are loving, deeply
As we drink from the well of life.

It is our inner strength that allows
- this caring.

Caring for others certainly, but
- first for ourselves.

That is where the gift lies,
- and that is how

We get our power back.
S R Mats Dec 2024
In the land of the midnight sun
You whispered to me, "Come."
And so, I followed you.

Winter was full of darkness
Compensated with beauty.  Fires
Burned bright and warmed hearts.

Summer was filled up with the sun
Under the many clear blue skies,
There were long days spent in fun.

To see millions of stars fill up the sky,
To feel the first rays of a long-lost sun,
You can understand worshipful ones

Who stand in twilight,
Truly the most beautiful light of all
With or without snow.
S R Mats Dec 2024
Evidence of absence
Does not mean
Absence of evidence

In the field

The gentle breeze
Blows the leaves
On the trees, they move

Lying on the blanket

Your touch, goosebumps
Appear on my bare skin
Branches rustle overhead

Now, alone

Even the thought of you
Can create the evidence
Of the heat of our passion
S R Mats Dec 2024
We eventually parted

It was like a scarlet letter
Pinned to my chest
The kind pinned on
The type of lady
For one's pleasure
And all of the rest

Yet, happy they were
To partake in secret
Of their wares for sale
But my love was not
Free for any to take
It was meant for you

To the end of time
S R Mats Dec 2024
At times we all thought
Was he stupid?
His only sin
- Falling in love
With an unfaithful woman
Who became an unfaithful wife.
But he never let that stop him
- From loving her.
So we left him to it.
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