#idyllic
_They flicker—
petals plucked from unseen gardens,
their colors bleeding into the hush of the sky.
A whisper of lilac, of crushed gold,
of rain-drenched sapphire,
they spiral like forgotten prayers._
Underneath the aching hush of dusk,
the butterfly’s wings
shimmer like glass about to break—
__fragile, too fragile,__
as if beauty was never meant to last.
Mist hums in the hollow between trees.
The meadow, once a cradle of light,
now wilts into sighs,
its perfume dampened with grief.
_And still they rise,
a shiver of soft rebellion,
a trembling hymn against the dimming world._
Each beat of wing,
_a memory unmade,_
a soft ache threading through twilight veins,
leaving ghost-lit trails
in the evening’s failing breath.
Perhaps this is how paradise fades—
not with fire,
but with the slow, silver drowning
of wings too heavy with dreams.
Apr 26, 2025
Apr 26, 2025 at 6:03 PM UTC
A sultry wind surges o'er the Mediterranean.
Rosy fingered dawn wakes the world,
As I habitually walk the lonely path to labor.
A melancholy song sounds from the barley field.
Hypnotized, I follow through undulating grain,
Which lithely tosses back and forth in dance.
‘Neath a willow, amongst the barley, sits a girl,
Garbed in a white tunic, playing her angelic harp.
Her hazel hair weightlessly sways in the wind.
Her olive toned fingers pluck with mastery.
Nobility marks her solemn dark brows,
That sit atop commanding, umber eyes.
The harp's supple bends are a tribute
To the lady's long limber figure,
As she directs wind and waves by ballad.
She looks up from her earthen dais,
Eyes aglow with a playful, sultry look.
Pierced by her gaze, I awake...
With her, my wife, beside me.
Sep 24, 2021
Sep 24, 2021 at 3:12 PM UTC
Take me to the crystal rivers that flow
with calm pristine diamond torrents that glow.
Take me to where all seasonless yields grow
from the effortless hands of men who sow.
Take me to lands of neither high nor low,
where equality reigns with none below.
I see meadows lush that men do not mow.
I see people who do not toil for dough,
with minds innocent, and without a foe,
beaming with smiles radiant that overflow.
In gardens green where sorrow does not show,
kindness is what all men their neighbours owe.
For all men do not accusations throw
at their neighbours calm who vice do not know.
Where each man with a cheerful heart says hello!
Apr 8, 2021
Apr 8, 2021 at 4:53 AM UTC
Feelings,
Shown—
Feelings,
Grown.
I can’t help but to
fall in awe
with her
idyllic astonishment;
like how the moonbeam shines its ray
to lit up the darkened night sky
amongst all the unrest souls in their
(not so)
blissful slumber.
I beg your pardon, m'lady—
for I have mistaken your
b e a u t y
for
Misconstrued Paraselene.
Dec 15, 2020
Dec 15, 2020 at 2:28 PM UTC
Even now, the gardens of our past refurbish themselves in the heat of my ongoing halt against time. Perhaps for someone like me, idyll glimpses of love reside only in the solitude of lyricism, open windows, those comatose streetlights, and the interstate of dreams.
—
Dec 20, 2018
Dec 20, 2018 at 3:36 PM UTC
the sound of the highway outside
whispers through this rain-tapped glass:
quiet and fleeting and constant,
so like wind and rain and nature,
ebbs and flows, soothes with those
highs and lows and breaks—
with no telling when it will end,
just a rhythm like sleepy breaths,
a lullaby in the making
i prefer this noise to silence
outside my window in that dark;
a vast world alive and vibrant
while i slip into muted dreams
Oct 1, 2018
Oct 1, 2018 at 6:50 PM UTC
The uneatable is a mirage
to those thirsty for an oases
of dream like delusions.
For nothing is waiting,
Its only now that we
see idyllic reflections.
There aren't steps but a mirage
of what our lives were.
Every step is our creation
to others dreams.
That we help with, our every
reflection is there's to strive for...
Jun 18, 2018
Jun 18, 2018 at 5:39 PM UTC
a Miduri
ring that
squat for
him and
tell members
it'll save
their souls
while attacks
on democracy
increase in
the land
as this
prosperity gospel
spreads without
central control
yet Operation
Canaan probe.
Apr 15, 2018
Apr 15, 2018 at 6:19 PM UTC
"My roots run deep hearn' these Green Mountains of Vermont. "
All Rights Reserved © 2016 Ma Cherie
May 30, 2016
May 30, 2016 at 11:42 PM UTC
her eyes are oceans of silence
let me drift there for a lifetime of moments without care
let me know what its like to drown in sweet beauty
let me live the quiet life in her heart
and delve into the silken smooth wine of her voice
while i let her lips ****** me
why am i so lost without hope of her
why must i know this idyllic life in her arms
the sugar of her heart is salty and bittersweet
but oh to taste her presence
perfumed and subtle
soft skin
her eyes are an ocean of silence
bathe in her perfect perfections
lay in the cool waters of her sweet heart
live the quiet life of her
her
Nov 15, 2014
Nov 15, 2014 at 8:12 AM UTC
Idyllic love poems wander the hills
with a pining goat herd playing his pipe
and singing mournful song
echoing down the quartz sculpted gorge
beneath waterfalls
where alabaster-skinned Naiads
lithe and languorous
bathed in crystal brooks.
Romantic poems lounge on sofas breathless
wearing corsets and crinolines
desperate
and untouched
*********
strands of hair
John Donne’s love poems
are wet
with wit.
Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 9:14 AM UTC
Please don't tell me
that you've always been in love
with me and that you will always
have these feelings for me
I don't buy that
Please don't call me
at 4am with heart
felt messages in a
drunken state
I won't buy that
Please don't chase me
when I run away from
you, when I desert you
halfway through dinner and
scream hellbent 'I love
you's' at me across the street
I shan't buy that
Please do
understand,
that I am faithful to
no-one, that I
am capable of
nothing, save destruction
and that I do not buy
into the ideals of love,
into anything more than
***** fuelled hook-ups
and faible, fiery passion.
Aug 4, 2014
Aug 4, 2014 at 8:09 PM UTC
Much have been said
About my brother
Flame
How from his hands
Borne both
Creation
And destruction
Songs were sung
About trivial flickers
And infernos legendary
Allow me to say
My piece about
My brother flame
Flame
Words seems lifeless
Next to your colored streaks
Hearths spark
Red
Candles shine
Yellow
Blue
Is the burn from my oven
Life is borne
From your touch
Embers glow at your grasp
Metal refined from your speech
The world itself
Is teeming in life
For the sun
Looks down upon it
In its heart
You
My brother flame
Burn brightest
Fire
Is the element of change
You burn from the tears
Of the oppressed
You blaze from the verses
Of the revolutionary
Artists, lovers, and dreamers
Their eyes burn
With passion
Your disposition
My brother has never been cold
My Sister Wind
You warm her
With your embrace
Shed her chains and give her wings
That she may fly
Full of grace
Brother flame
You are a legend
May bards sing forever
Your songs
How you cradled the Phoenix
In its death
And herald its birth
From the same ashes it came from
How you fled with Prometheus
From Olympus
And sparked the dreams of men
You are a perfect instrument
Of God’s glory and renown
After heaven denied Earth
Rain
Elijah’s offer you consumed
On Horeb
Moses
Have seen you burning
A lonely bush
You’ve shown this lonely shepherd
He was standing on Holy Ground
And on God’s plan
Much have been said
About my brother flame
My piece reveals
Of those I am certain
These three
Life
Passion
Renown
12:27:08.03:23
Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 1:06 PM UTC
Northern wind
Gentle wind
You came unseen
But I need not doubt
You are here
I close my eyes
I feel your passing
Invisible arms
Sweeping
Over mountains and plains
Trees wave
Flowers bow
At the touch of your fingers
You breathe life on creation
Each morning
And whisper dreams
Each day’s passing
Wind
Northern wind
You may have been the river’s cousin
For in you
I see her grace
Winged clouds carry your feet
You bring the Maker’s air
Warm breath on winter’s eve
You lay your cool hand
On my fevered brow
During summer’s heat
You breathe life
On my Brother Flame
With your song, he burns
Bright and true
Northern wind
Free wind
Where are you going
Which alley
Or pathway
In heaven will you take
Will you bathe in sea sprays
Or scale summits and hills
Will you be carrying songs from the village
Or prayers
From children
As they lay to sleep
Lift them up to the Father
Whose voice is heard
In quiet
In the stillness
Of the wind
Northern wind
Healing wind
You came from your
Lofty dwelling
From your window
You watched
Clouds sailing
Each morning you greet
From the east
Daybreak
As a new day dawns
Light gives heat
Hope
And the wind brings chill
Comfort
Northern wind
Healing wind
Gentle
Lofty
Free
You came unseen
But still I am
Certain
Assured
You are here
12:27:08.02:19
Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 1:03 PM UTC