"bestrewed" poems - Hello Poetry

#(a travelogue) He stared down through the unbroken silence lapping the shoreline Water skippers dart around the rocks and windfall driftwood settled juxtaposed in cattail reeds and emerging broadleaf sprouts A petrified heartwood timber lie fallow waiting bare barked, hushed like a pining lover’s timeworn love seat, rubbed smooth as the crystalline waters of half-moon lake Lingering for a while ― like a hidden stalker, a perched wildcat waiting for the full moon’s swooning spell to saturate the thickening dusk quietude; arousing the urgent call of the wild — exhaled from the held breath of the wilderness nocturne on half-moon lake The stillness was scattered with the soft downy hairs of the sleeping cattails, and the newly shed catkins a spring gust bestrewed from a tall resin birch tree nigh the Sitka willows He sat quietly ... time out of mind ― tossing his eyes up into the sky; taking the time to read the stars ― catching them each again as they fell into his gentle hands, to show him who he was Seeing their sparkly tracers trail-out above the cattails, from a distance they resembled falling stars unable to perceive their own renaissance ― plashing lightly upon the still-water on half-moon lake A lone shadow glides stealthily near mid-tarn,.. swimming enchantingly with the grace of a blackswan Appearing to glance shoreward at the glowing low stars rise and fall, as his eyes twinkled skyward over the moonlit lagoon ― heavenward of its moonlit ballet; the lone sleek dark shadow slipping through a faint circular ripple stirring the smooth as glass waters ― disappearing like a fleeting moment waning deep aneath a subtle silent wake. When all the clear lines blurred, he knew it had been so long ... but hearken ! … an interceding long drawn out wail echoed a feral ache across the stillness, breaking the silence ― as the shadow reappeared; his tears surrendered to the undulating call of the wild; he felt the spirit of the sole Loon, as black and white as the moonlit night, stir deeply in his wanting heart ― lay bare the silence in lengthy yodeled psalms to the god of the moon Diving down deep yet again, keeping the light he’d been given, vanishing into the lifespring sanctuary of half-moon lake harlon rivers ... May 2018 travelogue: 4 of some more

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May 21, 2018

May 21, 2018 at 2:36 PM UTC

harlon-rivers

On half-moon lake ☽

#(a travelogue) He stared down through the unbroken silence lapping the shoreline Water skippers dart around the rocks and windfall driftwood settled juxtaposed in cattail reeds and emerging broadleaf sprouts A petrified heartwood timber lie fallow waiting bare barked, hushed like a pining lover’s timeworn love seat, rubbed smooth as the crystalline waters of half-moon lake Lingering for a while ― like a hidden stalker, a perched wildcat waiting for the full moon’s swooning spell to saturate the thickening dusk quietude; arousing the urgent call of the wild — exhaled from the held breath of the wilderness nocturne on half-moon lake The stillness was scattered with the soft downy hairs of the sleeping cattails, and the newly shed catkins a spring gust bestrewed from a tall resin birch tree nigh the Sitka willows He sat quietly ... time out of mind ― tossing his eyes up into the sky; taking the time to read the stars ― catching them each again as they fell into his gentle hands, to show him who he was Seeing their sparkly tracers trail-out above the cattails, from a distance they resembled falling stars unable to perceive their own renaissance ― plashing lightly upon the still-water on half-moon lake A lone shadow glides stealthily near mid-tarn,.. swimming enchantingly with the grace of a blackswan Appearing to glance shoreward at the glowing low stars rise and fall, as his eyes twinkled skyward over the moonlit lagoon ― heavenward of its moonlit ballet; the lone sleek dark shadow slipping through a faint circular ripple stirring the smooth as glass waters ― disappearing like a fleeting moment waning deep aneath a subtle silent wake. When all the clear lines blurred, he knew it had been so long ... but hearken ! … an interceding long drawn out wail echoed a feral ache across the stillness, breaking the silence ― as the shadow reappeared; his tears surrendered to the undulating call of the wild; he felt the spirit of the sole Loon, as black and white as the moonlit night, stir deeply in his wanting heart ― lay bare the silence in lengthy yodeled psalms to the god of the moon Diving down deep yet again, keeping the light he’d been given, vanishing into the lifespring sanctuary of half-moon lake harlon rivers ... May 2018 travelogue: 4 of some more

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i) i write about 'love', 'romance' and 'intimacy' like the bounce of pebbles on a train track so perennially, so frivolously, so rashly yet the only sentiment i am truly riveted by is the hollow static of 'desire' -- one that washes off with the grime from your body at the end of a high ii) everything is transient iii) and so i think i am

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Sep 14, 2013

Sep 14, 2013 at 5:20 PM UTC

ohdarlingbabe

bestrewed thoughts

i) i write about 'love', 'romance' and 'intimacy' like the bounce of pebbles on a train track so perennially, so frivolously, so rashly yet the only sentiment i am truly riveted by is the hollow static of 'desire' -- one that washes off with the grime from your body at the end of a high ii) everything is transient iii) and so i think i am

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I could pen you aesthetic poems, my moon, that may sound out of tune in your ears, But I will etched it intricately to unveil the runes with the magic of my heart. I will write painless words in verses about you with my angst about how I feel. A crude balderdash I will bleed to evince the unspoken message of my love; ‘Cause I love you like my pen I use to cast love dusts to ghoulish mess, And I love you like how the unlovely chaos turned into divine. Like masterpieces I have read from famous poets in the land, That is as beautiful as the way your soul shone upon. Like the love of a frustrated damsel for her pen and paper, I long for my name to be immortalized in your memory. My love, I love you like poems bestrewed with elixir, never-ending, For as long as I have life, I will inscribe my love for you deep in my soul, In my mind and my heart, that even death cannot nullify. Hear the silent intertwining piece of a loving poetess. ~lox albi

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Aug 22, 2016

Aug 22, 2016 at 11:40 PM UTC

loxalbi

-RUNES-

I could pen you aesthetic poems, my moon, that may sound out of tune in your ears, But I will etched it intricately to unveil the runes with the magic of my heart. I will write painless words in verses about you with my angst about how I feel. A crude balderdash I will bleed to evince the unspoken message of my love; ‘Cause I love you like my pen I use to cast love dusts to ghoulish mess, And I love you like how the unlovely chaos turned into divine. Like masterpieces I have read from famous poets in the land, That is as beautiful as the way your soul shone upon. Like the love of a frustrated damsel for her pen and paper, I long for my name to be immortalized in your memory. My love, I love you like poems bestrewed with elixir, never-ending, For as long as I have life, I will inscribe my love for you deep in my soul, In my mind and my heart, that even death cannot nullify. Hear the silent intertwining piece of a loving poetess. ~lox albi

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A thousand letters for you To tell how I feel To tell what I've been hiding To finally be real Its time I adopt confidence For this is plumbless And comes from the heart That's been under that hut, I would have said this a long time ago But I couldn't Afraid I'd be befriended Or worse, rejected It would hurt true Dreams bestrewed Hopes shuttered Ego humbled But am ready, Ready for anything Ready to take it in Ready to tell what I feel to finally be real Its not by sheer luck I got to know you It was meant to happen I choose to believe For that reason I took a pen And wrote this Only for you For it comes not from being poesy But something I have always wanted to say There's a difference between loving and being in love Same as the raven being different from the dove Let me call you my love Let me here you call me My love Love me more not just as a friend Let's do this for days on end Take it to another level See my hands That's your image I suppose A thousand letters Meant to propose Will you be my girl?

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Oct 31, 2018

Oct 31, 2018 at 1:22 AM UTC

kel_oloo

Proposal

A thousand letters for you To tell how I feel To tell what I've been hiding To finally be real Its time I adopt confidence For this is plumbless And comes from the heart That's been under that hut, I would have said this a long time ago But I couldn't Afraid I'd be befriended Or worse, rejected It would hurt true Dreams bestrewed Hopes shuttered Ego humbled But am ready, Ready for anything Ready to take it in Ready to tell what I feel to finally be real Its not by sheer luck I got to know you It was meant to happen I choose to believe For that reason I took a pen And wrote this Only for you For it comes not from being poesy But something I have always wanted to say There's a difference between loving and being in love Same as the raven being different from the dove Let me call you my love Let me here you call me My love Love me more not just as a friend Let's do this for days on end Take it to another level See my hands That's your image I suppose A thousand letters Meant to propose Will you be my girl?

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She let the remnants of her heart fall And embrace the ground like the bestrewed leaves. Little did everyone know Autumn was more than her name for her.

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Sep 13, 2018

Sep 13, 2018 at 11:20 AM UTC

Tashes

The fallen leaf

She let the remnants of her heart fall And embrace the ground like the bestrewed leaves. Little did everyone know Autumn was more than her name for her.

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