Dear Vincent (NaPoWriMo)

http://www.napowrimo.net/day-twenty-two-5/

There have been few days of NaPoWriMo that I’ve been able to somewhat satisfy the optional prompt, however today offers fulfillment (hope readers agree) ๐Ÿ™‚

Dear Vincent, kindred

Soul to me, heart’s brother far

How I long to meet

Clasp hands that brushed starry night

Filled canvases iris-full

~*~

I would have fed you

From small kitchen’s steaming pots

Breads, delicious baked

Listened as you spoke of God

Your desire to preach denied

~*~

Happy days unshared

They wait, pastel Tomorrows

Soon I’ll join you, Home

ยฉEnnle Madresan, 2019 ~ All rights reserved.

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Ferry Me, Love (NaPoWriMo)

http://www.napowrimo.net/day-eighteen-5/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/04/16/ferry/

I’m skating in at nearly the eleventh hour to hopefully fulfill NaPoWriMo’s optional prompt, which speaks to grief, loss, love… โ™ฅEnnle


Ferry me, in your arms, Love

Cradled across Time, opal-starred

Ocean…where you are forever.

Take me back to childhood’s

Naรฏve belief that dreams were

More real than imagined possibles

Flights of whimsy fanciful…not

Slated to only come true for

Someone smarter, an exotic

Gilt-edged rose; or one not broken

Too soon to untwist brain’s bent

Wires and limbs of heart, their pale

Weak marrow diseased.

Ferry me, in your arms, to a place

Where you’d love me without

Question, second thought as to folly

Or wisdom, others’ opinions…

Because you knew your own mind

Captained your ship to success, against

Critic’s sharp (petty, envious) waves…

Because the 30 years’ span, differences

Between your bright-lights world, mine

Would disappear, mere movie mist…

The sky is prickled with gemstone’s fire

Ferry me, my Love…

ยฉEnnle Madresan, 2019 ~ All rights reserved.

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Seashore Escape

https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2019/03/09/weekend-writing-prompt-96-seashore/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/03/11/rdp-monday-spray/

Seashore spray, nothing else freshens spirit like it…

Fragrance rivals parfumerie’s best efforts.

Standing barefoot in sand’s embrace, I hold conch

Shell to ear… How songs of myth—sirens, sailors

Wash my thoughts, allow escape to place

Where love yet waits for me.

Heart bids me close my eyes, walk out into

Meet beckoning waves, and be borne faraway.

ยฉEnnle Madresan, 2019 ~ All rights reserved.

Image: Pixabay.com