one only

Silent

   hot night

Lit by attentive

   Venus

Broken quietness

    by the chirping

Of this one only cricket

One only witness

Both

    observing the dark

And the glittering of the star

Giving us

     no chance

To look

     into the future

And this moment

Remains

     as the only one

What else could matter?

Me

   is you,

   cricket

One and only.

 ____________________________________________________the birth...or death...of Venus by Susan Ringler

NOTE: Although the pic is one of  the goddess, the refence to Venus here is for the planet, the star, that most shines these nights of crescent moon. It's really hot these days in my place...

itchy

lying here on the grass

   you and I

not like in those dreamy films

this grass is high

and there are hoppers

and other bugs

but we are together

   at last

our children are not playing around

for we have none

and the silence is broken

by the cars passing by

   now and then

and you are not perfect

   I am angry about that
.

but you are amazed by this hill

and the few trees, leaves and bees

and so much you need  to kiss me

and give and that I forget and relax

   and enjoy this bliss of us

disturbed only by this sweet breeze 

   now.

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Image > wild things - number 2 by Dorit

limit

 

these windows
inverted mirrors
.
 reflecting the outside
what's inside
.
sun and rain I watch
.
from this position and light
that’s, bounded by

 from within.

Her Plight

She should have known better.

Powerlessly he dives

Into a lake that breaks

    his fate

When the fireworks

    all gone off

And too late she knows

What already the others warned.

It’s his pride

His discomfort

Against the whole world.

Flying too high

Leaving behind

What most matters,

Her safety

Her right

Now her plight.

_________________________________________posted for Open Link Night at D'verse

An off-key waltz by TaniaLosada

cherish me

it needs no celebration

no send me flowers or chocolates

just keep cherishing me

as in the old days...

those were the ones

when all nuances of our shared life

big and small

were kept as jewels to our hearts

no tell me the banal three words

just prove you do feel so

as if this was the last moment

of a worth dwelling existence.

 ______________________

Image: Nightmare by Itchy Stitch

saw

 

saw him in the sky

going west

while savouring

a last mouthful

of chocolate

Deviantart Image ____________________________________________________

Gotten

Why- you

Drying my last tear with your lips

You, caressing me

So gently

Staring till the limits of my body.

That expression in your face

Which I can’t describe

It’s not a smile

but it so appealing shines.

You, touching my whole dream

And I

Wishing I could your thoughts read

Observing you

 Knowing exactly where the next move goes

In sweet tune I move

My hips all tensions let go

And my chest is anew

After I breathe out

Completely.

You, master, once more

got me.

 

____________________

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Yawn On

Fiends stay

And partake in games
.

So easy
.

They play

and they get stuck there...
.

That evil...

Cause you didn’t let it flow

Try to

At least

 Sneeze or yawn...
.

Your evil...

As big as your craving

To stay or snore on..

.

You did not know
but

It got on
And in
   so deep in

Cause when you don’t let it flow

That’s it,
.

You are gone.

______________________________________________________

Image: Sisyphus by Franz von Stuck

Nostalgia

Back to dreaming

About the places we wanted to materialize.

Back to living and suffering that first loss.

Wanting to return

And get back those simple things

That once made ​​the difference

Between the child we are now

And the one we used to be.

___________________________

We See-Memories

While the sea

As wide the wide

Wild sea

And the memories

As old the old

Blissful memories

 
If the path

So long

The long

Narrow path.

And that beloved

One friend comes

     teaching me,

There is no end

Or start

Just the path

The memories

And the sea.

__________________________________________posted for Open Link Night at D'verse


Painting by J.A.G. Villarrubia

Adverse

My intimacy visited

By ghosts of a lonely deep past

Who forgot me

Whilst I don’t.

Confusion could last

Till that day I died.

My conciliation only a part

Of a running river

Where rapids set me apart

In moments of thorough giving.

  I gain no time or room

To enjoy my freedom and tomb.

 ...........................................................................

‘The Fall of Nothing’ Photographic Print by Mario Sánchez Nevado