Submissions by emilybronte

It’s that time when the remembering
speaks

In soft-Strawberry-whispers of hi-Monkey
squeaks

Falling profusely, from sweet lips tasting 
honey

Tempting all with Diamonds, Rubies and
money

Porcelain faces glow-like strong bathroom
lights

Celebrating days of Mardi-Gras in Milan at
night

Where the Mayor sold tickets, to ride yellow
Submarines

To Africa, and beyond the beyonds into
Mozambique 

Then to Tanzania where Wild Turkeys drink
Tequila

All night...

Winds softly talk -
guarding precious thoughts
whispering lowly in breezes about you

dressed in last summers warmth
you wear that August moon loosely
draped sensually upon your smile


such feelings- walk and talk
as if living and breathing
in quiet they surrender to me


visually I trace my memories on you
you compete fiercely-
with the struggling sun


               before dawn...

Image created by me.

Walking across the mountains
under the BlueRidge skies
I see home within your eyes
callin’ and I sigh...

Taking me way back in time
singing all night-
we played our hearts out
neath a black starry sky

Songs from another place
and another time -woven lines
sweetly caught in days gone by

I can still see home within your eyes
wearing that Calico dress I adore
humming a tune that brings me back
years in time to home...

Where you smile lit up the night sky
and a rising mist...

you are like ink in a pen
                                  writing on my life
                              never blotting the paper
                                 never making a mess
                         always staying within the lines
                             expressing yourself deeply
                          within my heart and my mind

                        the soft light traces my thoughts
                            falling across your fragrant
                                  shimmering lipgloss
                 ...

I track you in my memories
as your carefully placed image
drifts in and out -
on familiar clouds

speaking softly to me
floating-then falling freely
into the deep canyons of my thinking

as if there's a 6th sense -
that carries you back to me
and i await the revealing

riding upon words of love-
as the hoofs of that great horse
that once beat the earth to get to me-
are now unheard

i wander through the mountains of life
among the green grassy thoughts
that grow between them and...