Tag: spring

from under the shade of the lilac trees

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from under the shade of the lilac trees

her head rested upon my chest;

as she dreamt of warm coastal breezes

and warm morning sands

a deep passion arose

in a deep colourful coastal sunrise

there we were

from under the shade of the lilac trees

her head rested upon my chest.

from within my arms

her soft breath gently whispered

with the warm breezes brushing

 all with dreams coming and going;

catch them all in the moment

and from under the shade of the lilac trees

her head rested upon my chest

c.2018  bgw

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(september) when morning falls

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when morning calls

freedom falls

in halls of

bright blue skies shine;

someone calls

and all is fine

the fireball cries

someone calls

to say good-bye;

hearts beat between choices!

a hero’s  fight between choices!

wife, mother

husband, father

brother, sister

daughter, son

good morning!

the sun kisses all

the sun kisses us all!;

when morning shone

we went about

without doubt,  when we awoke

we’d see each other by dinner;

so we Dropped the kids off at school

hugged them and kissed them

and couldn’t wait for 

cartoon popcorn movie night;

when morning calls

freedom falls in halls

bright blue skies shine

someone calls and all is fine

fireball cries

someone calls to say good-bye

hearts beat between choices

through the smoke of confusion

he saw her eyes shining in flashback

the way her hand-held his

oh! when morning calls

freedom falls

in halls

of bright blue coloured skies shine;

someone calls and all is fine

fireball cries

and someone calls to say good-bye

hearts beat between choices

in last morning coffee sip

a last goodbye kiss

did we argue? did we make love?

a last hug embrace 

a last good morning joking;

when morning calls

freedom falls in halls

of bright blue skies shine

someone calls and all is fine;

a fireball cries

someone calls to say good-bye

hearts beat between choices

broken in a hero’s glass

      dreams brake and fall fast….

hearts beat between choices!

a hero’s fight between choices!

           but the sun always kisses us good morning

c. 2016, 2018  bgw

raindrops

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raindrops drip.

through storm clouds rip;

midnight’s watch

shining  through

//

raindrops drip.

these thirsty dreams

slowly sip;

breathe in deep

//

raindrops  dripping

down window panes;

upon her face,

slumber awakes

//

we awoke

among the dawn;

upon her brow

 soft kiss I placed

//

raindrops drip.

through storm clouds rip;

midnight’s watch

shining through

c. 2018 bgw

canvas

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i have seen you

in charcoal pencil

and pastel oils

upon canvas i have dreamt;

eyes of shimmering light

hair of softening silk

i have painted you;

in dreams i have seen

choral thoughts

melodic song

poetic pain

in dreams i have seen;

i have seen you

in charcoal pencil

and pastel oils

upon canvas i have dreamt;

eyes of shimmering light

hair of softening silk

i have painted you;

in dreams i have seen

i have painted you

 

c 2017  bgw

 

i took a walk

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i took a walk;

before the early autumn sun faded behind

in some sort of misty fog,

through these woods i walk;

distractions disappear

and thoughts are like moss,

catching them in a sighed squawk.

i took a walk.

the early morning in late October,

distractions were clear,

and yet seemed unforeseen.

nothing i could say to anybody

could never really explain my emotion or thought.

i felt trapped in a world that was dealt;

and as i walk,

with each step counted

with each autumn leaf fallen on the cold cobblestone path

the thought of you flashed between this and that,

what was and what could have been.

each step got me further away

and yet tightened the chain of the memories pain.

you are a summer’s sun;

in some deep forest winter scene;

on a carousel here i am.

the world that spins in a jar

full of Polaroids and untaken memories

here i walk through big lots of vast open prairie

swallowed by the big North Dakota sky.

in an early Saturday morning mist

i buttoned up my coat,

and took a deep breath.

the cold air surround my thoughts

as i mourned for yesterday’s death.

hope was a child we conceived together

but died in our arms from a form of carelessness.

oh, i took a walk;

because the pain became

before the early autumn sun

fading behind

in some sort of misty fog,

i took a walk to settle everything that wasn’t familiar.

i fought between the pain and freedom,

i fought between going back and just running away.

going back is and never will be an option,

but now, i am living without you and i must move on.

tomorrow always starts a brand new – no matter what.

so i must carry on!

today!,

i took a walk;

before the early autumn sun faded behind

in some sort of misty fog,

i took a walk and found myself again –

just a little bit at a time;

i took a walk

 

c. 2017  bgw

when winter lives in summer

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the fireplace crackles

while the snow lightly fell outside the window;

each flake gently settling on the ground,

oh, when winter lives in summer!

what can i say about you?

nothing that i haven’t already said before, but can never say it enough.

the sparkling coloured eyes that looks into my eyes,

always whispering a thousand unspoken words!

a gentle tapping rain hitting the skylight,

quickly fills in the silence of the interrupted sleep.

the reflection of the beating of each others hearts,

exposed the nervousness within.

the candlelight flickers as it shows the smile, the grin;

exposing the beauty that is you.

you are so beautiful.

you are the desire that fills my emotion;

the way she whispers her words, the soft touch of  her hands,

caressing the mind and body.

this  passion filling our voids, needs and desires.

here within my hands,

it is you that i am holding close!

tonight,  here we are.

in some founded deep desire,

the passion

acts on the feelings within;

here i am!

your soft skin, your gentle kiss.

the warmth, the honesty.

here we are like some puzzle piece,

her hand fitting perfect in mine;

a gentle squeeze,  and i feel safe.

her face angelic,  and I’m lost within her eyes again.

endless thoughts and unbounded emotions cover my mind like a thick fog rolling into a cityscape;

she seeped through the cracks of  voidance,

everything i kept to myself,

everything i kept private

and everything behind everything in my life,  she knew all about it.

i wasn’t supposed to let that happen!

and yet she found a way in.

every physical moment apart,  she’s there,  knocking at the thought,

and every moment together is just never long enough!

the passion rises

as the sun sets below the sailing schooner’s deck.

the clink of a wine glass toast;

a dinner for two.

a drop of wax drips down the side of the candle,

flickering flame.

romance is endless like the sea.

her hair flows in the sailing breeze.

her face of electrifying beauty,

draws the desire deeper within my soul.

lost in the stars twilight,

the moonlight shimmer’s across the water’s surface.

she is my island,  my paradise.

she turns a cluster of words that scatter inside my head,

into a  poetic prose that is her; perfectly stated,

but never coming close to her breathtaking beauty.

so, what can i say about her?

nothing that i haven’t already said before but  i can never say it enough.

she makes me feel free.

she is the music to my words,  and i need her.

the fireplace crackles

while the snow lightly fell outside the window;

each flake gently settling on the ground,

oh, when winter lives in summer!

c. 2017  BGW

a broken heart sinks and the disappearing dream blinks

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hello to yesterday;

wake up and say good morning

work days ways;

gentle was the night –

when the moon shone bright!

these bouquets of flowers

aren’t gonna rebuild what was torn down/

break apart

concrete driveways

and pea gravel pathways;

i wont

because you did

i wont

because we broke

maybe

maybe i just didn’t

put the “and” between

you and me

//

it’s been awhile

but nothing really has changed

broken heart sinks and the disappearing dream blinks

the sharp shattering of a soul full of hope;

and yet i still stand

//

maybe

ill wake in the morning,

stretch and yawn.

shave my face till the dream cuts and bleeds out

//

ill shower and let the hot water wash away the work day

dry myself off and sit naked on the couch;

putting the gun in my mouth

and let all the thoughts and memories splatter onto the wall

//

if you ever wonder where i am

don’t ever think twice

i’ll be gone but here hiding

i’ll be here, still thinking of you

i’m here, still thinking about you

//

hello to yesterday

wake up and say good morning

work days ways;

gentle was the night –

when the moon shone bright

these bouquets of flowers

aren’t gonna rebuild what was torn down

break apart

concrete driveways

and pea gravel pathways;

i wont

because you did

i wont

because we broke

maybe

maybe i just didn’t

2017  bgw

you are (more than these words)

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sometimes curly, sometimes straight.

light to dark and dark to light.

her hair changes upon season and mood.

eyes shine, glimmer like diamonds.

she’s a springtime song, thawing out the winter’s chill.

her face, smooth and delicate.

her silence says a thousand words; her tone soft and angelic.

her presence, like soft falling snow, graceful and quiet.

the elegance, the beauty, outshines the sun on any given day.

when her smiles make an appearance,

my heart becomes weak, and falls again.

her skin, creamy; glowing.

her heart, caring and giving.

a dedicated humanitarian, her modesty might say otherwise.

a seeker of truth, dwelling within the words.

a wonderful mother, a juggling between life’s acts and little wonders.

a wife that only a man can dream of.

wishful thinking to my reality.

she is a symphony in life.

a rock upon which i can lean on.

a friend no one can be, the best.

you are.

you are more than these words,

more than what my painting can say.

you are the essence of my desire.

oh, my love!, my heart longs when you are away!,

and when you are within these arms, i beg for forever!

c.2013, 2017 BGW

excerpt from a letter

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the rain drizzled upon the cold awaiting pavement.

the heavenly clouds broke apart,

and the moon sat and the sun shone.

a deep and heavy, misty fog lifted;

i awoke

between the tragedy

of realizing about the night before

and the dreaming about of still having you.

i am lost.

my soul lays empty!

the morning rain taps on the window pane by my bed.

my body frozen, though thawed

entertained between thoughts and memories.

i gazed through that window

and yet didn’t move.

my day paralyzed by not having you!

a mind wonders and a soul stings.

as i am sure that a million people have said –

i am nothing without you, absolutely nothing!

but let me say this :

“i am nothing without you, absolutely nothing!

and yet, if i am to remain nothing,

at least i know i can say that i was something when i had you”

c.2017  bgw

textures

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woke up this morning

with kisses from the sunrise

in my eyes.

the birds outside the window

sat on the branches

with their song

as the morning coffee brewed.

you were the last thought dancing

as i fell asleep –

and as i awoke

a whole days promise was speaking.

looking for tomorrow;

my awakening flows into

the textures

between reality and you.

daylight savours

all the sliding hours.

passing minutes pile up

to a setting sun rising again.

woke up this morning

with dreams swirling with the stars.

found; are you in my morning?

you are everything that composes the day.

minutes wrap themselves

within the thought of you.

c.  2016  bgw