
Petite pen
Stroll the beach to lie on the sand
You caress my body, hold my hand
Water will tide just out of reach
Blackberry juice clenching our thirst when sunny days and you I lust.
By Pamelap
Petite pen
Stroll the beach to lie on the sand
You caress my body, hold my hand
Water will tide just out of reach
Blackberry juice clenching our thirst when sunny days and you I lust.
By Pamelap
A naturally raw ability to uncocoon myself to be strong enough to fight, but vulnerable to your helping touch.
I opened up my wings to flutter and hoped you would catch me in a moment of time where love’s charcoal moon is my resplendent flight of love.
By Pamelap
Take a trip to Venus or Mars hang a left on the moon, let us take directions from the stars, milky way’s road map will guide us on the right path.
You land on my planet and I will take a flight to yours, the meteors will streak and flash an incandescent jamboree.
Don’t always have the same navigational connection, but we will follow the night sky constellations driving us to the heavens.
By Pamelap
YOUR love awash with the sky’s limit
A reflection of who I am
Rooted, grounded in my faith
Trusting in who I try to be
Vulnerable with the mistakes I make
When the chatter of my day is through
Love shades in spectacular view
By Pamelap
WDYS#145
I give you flowers
Words slay me
Want you to know
How I feel
Show through actions
Couldn’t have you
As I pictured
So, I will paint and tell my own love story.
By Pamelap
Want to lose myself
Letting go to
Get lost in you; to be found
A vulnerable flight and a bit profound
I will enjoy the ride and hang on.
By Pamelap
#FFFC#178
Commingled color scheme
Of warm brilliant sunsets
Tinted summer evenings
By Pamelap
Written for Lillian’s deVerse challenge: Write a poem using Ben & Jerry’s ice cream flavors, but you can’t write about ice cream. My attempt was inspired by Dale from her adelectablelife.com blog A Dalectable Life
I have a Half-Baked notion when I dream
I have no need for Coffee Coffee Buzzbuzzbuzz to add to the Urban Jumble in my head
I make a Dastardly Mash to get myself dressed and ready to go instead
Feeling Wavy Gravy in my cute outfit, looking yummy as Miz Jelena’s Sweet Potato Pie 🥧 topped with whipped cream
I hop in my new whip, heading down Goodbye Yellow Brick Road, should stop to fill my tank
But, these gas prices making me feel the Economic Crunch, This is Nuts! No thanks!
But, I am on my way to see my Sugar Plum and Imagine Whirled Peace, as I think about the Urban Bourbon Late Night Snack we will have later this evening.
My dreaming state of mind, this is my kind of living!
By Pamelap
Lady Jabberwocky’s word prompt: rainbow
Hues of my thoughts are out of order like a dysfunctional rainbow over tidewater not making a sound to roll out.
Ring out the water
Of my choked rainbows
So it speaks with
Vibrancy.
Blown with the clouds
I can find peace in the sounds of the shore as I close my eyes to rest on the sands of my shoulders where reality is waking.
A nymph’s chortle in my ear will gently chide me to awake, and flowers will petal and bloom while keeping song birds in tune.
By Pamelap
WDYS #144
Disposition is clearly arched in cumulative golden visuals reflecting serenely around, beneath, and above me. Such radiant life and love we tunnel through. We are covered in a relam of belief.
By Pamelap