Musings on life, love, and healing past trauma
I’ll abide this
Abiding isolation
Touch deprivation
Dark longing
Clawing need of belongingAs long as our close connection abides
I’ll wait until you’re at my sideSurvive on cyber touch and kiss
Write fantasies of shared blissOh, how I tactile pleasures miss
© REDCAT
Written for dVerse — Quadrille 117 — The Dude Abides.
For this the first Sunday in Advent I choose to re-post this lighthearted, fun word dance.
I also think it’s time to find some new words to dance with in this form.
I like words.
Love to move in dance.Move words to dance in love.
I like!Love to dance.
Move in words I like.Like in dance.
I love to move words.Words move love.
I like to dance in.I like words to love.
Dance in, move.Words in love dance.
I move to like.Like I dance.
Words love to move in.I love words.
To move like in dance.I in words dance.
©REDCAT
To move like love.
Written for today’s prompt at toads ~ Weekend Mini Challenge. We’re asked to read the poem ‘The Uncertainty of the Poet’. And “study the structure and word patterns, and then write a similar poem, choosing your own words to noodle around with, restricting yourself to those words and trying them out in different combinations in couplets.”
This was really fun and both as easy as it looks at first and deceptively hard.
I played around with a couple of different word combination before finding my stride…
;-)
Originally posted Friday 29 November, 2019.
Walking up to you
A private spotlight
An audience of one
Curious of me
Demanding honesty
Both good now and ugly past
Not polished social media life
The spotlight is not a mirror
But a doorway to private rooms
Excluding the rest of the worldHands meet, fingers intertwining
Skin contact ignites the spark
Wanting a kiss, lips tingle
Two souls connect, passion flares
Hands explore curves and zones
Stripping away layers
Until skin touches only skin
Kissing, licking, nibbling, sucking
Pleasure given and sharedEvery sensation heightened by mutual awareness
© REDCAT
Breath deepens, heartbeat races
Waves start to build and roll
Velocity and intensity increases
Wave cresting, climax shared
Orgasm takes hold
You spend yourself as I buck and tremble
Read more sensual poetry here.
First published Friday 6th September 2019.
Re-published Saturday 1 February 2020.
Wave upon wave of darkness crashing in
Sinking, no chance to swim
Chilling doubt seeps in
Trauma wrought chains withinShower and sparkle of bubbles with air
Lead heavy, stuck in despair
Losing the fight to draw air
Would anyone even care?Inky and ice cold tarn of sorrow
No dawn of tomorrow
Frozen in ice sheets of sorrow
Cold in soul and marrowGlimmer and gleam of bright hope
© RedCat
Igniting life’s colourful kaleidoscope
Even for the most wretched there’s shimmering hope
Hold my hand and together we’ll anything cope
Inspired by the first photo from The Sunday Muse.
And before anyone gets worried, this is thankfully not how bad my depression is right now. This is processing by writing about it. It is also an attempt to help someone else express themselves. And a chance to show some hope for everyone having a hard time right now.
For me a tarn can be both a small woodland lake or a water filled old mining shaft, with inky black waters.
Somewhere in the dark
On the edge of a seat
An anxious suitor waits
For a glimpse of his heartUp on stage, lights spark
Music starts, joyous and sweet
Still in pose, a dancer awaits
Knowing, this show is a new startTogether they’ll embark
© RedCat
Explore passions heat
Discover all that love creates
How life change with a sweetheart
Read more sensual poetry here or a short story here.
Come ice, come snow
Come star foretold
Plant seeds to grow
Spin straws to gold
Come birth, regrowth
Come poets hope
Let dreams be wrought
Craft words to copePlant seeds to grow
Spin straws to gold
Seek waters flow
Be brave, be bold
Let dreams be wrought
Craft words to cope
Let peace be sought
Learn faith to holdSeek waters flow
Be brave, be bold
Come muses glow
Come tales untold
Let peace be sought
Learn faith to hold
Come heal, be whole
Come wear bards robeCome muses glow
© RedCat
Come tales untold
Come ice, come snow
Come star foretold
Come heal, be whole
Come wear bards robe
Come birth, regrowth
Come poets hope
I decided to write a chant, playing around with the Pantoum format. Hope you like my merry-go-round!
Read live and written for dVerse: Open Link #279 – LIVE Edition
Seven stars in the fall sky
© RedCat
Shining sisters with a cry
Shall we forever fly, flee
Stalked by hunters, never free
Scribe us a new life story
See us love, laugh, kiss, worry
Shroud us in modern glory
Written for Poetics: Stars that count over at dVerse. This Pleiades form, seven lines with seven syllables each, and all starting with the same letter as the one word title, is wholly new to me and took a couple of tries.
Tried to find inspiration in mythology, only found a tiredness over the way women are used in almost all of our founding stories.
So I gave that voice instead!
The sea is gray and foaming at the tips, in the late November gale.
The wind tries to push me over the embankment, into the chilling,
killing waters.
Like a leaf blow about, my feelings flutter.
Cold and gray isolation. Touch deprivation.
Can one soul, separated apart, weather coming winter storm alone?
The wind turns northly
Clear, sharp, turning the air stark
Cold, dark winter falls
Written for tonight’s Haibun challenge over at dVerse.
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