Full Moon Dance

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/04/19/moon/

I realize haiku/tanka isn’t supposed to rhyme, but…it’s what fell out, so I had to accept it 🙂

Full Moon, you vex me

Run me ragged, unraveled

Woo me, swoon-worthy

Every month we do same dance

Lovers’ quarrel, then romance

©Ennle Madresan, 2019 ~ All rights reserved.

Image: Pixabay.com

Ryan’s Ladder

What do you See? March 19/2019

“Look up here, Love!

Yes, it’s me…I promised

I’d come back to you.

You’re a vision to behold

I  missed you so.

I know, I know…gone a very

Long time…but Today’s

The beginning of Forever…

We’ll not be separated now.

Aren’t the colors spectacular?

More vibrant than I’d dreamed

And painted, passing afternoons.

Much to tell each other, yes…

I long to wrap you in my arms

Won’t let you slip, I’ll kiss you

Till you’re breathless, recapture

Years withheld from us as we

Waited…lives and times apart…

Swift-spinning world below.

Hey, have you met van Gogh?

I caught a glimpse of him

Walking, just a minute ago…

Do I smell cinnamon rolls?

You must be working in the

Kitchen, as you’d hoped.

My, I can’t get over the sky

A-swirl…remember, we used

To marvel, evenings…it’s oh

Far More.  We can reach out

Here, actually touch the sparkle

Wafting tingly…and the breeze

Is like it was in the islands!

Remarkable! my mind clear again.

But, Love, tell me one small thing…

Is there a ladder on your side…for you?”

©Ennle Madresan, 2019 ~ All rights reserved.

Image: Pixabay.com

Blame the Blue Night (#writephoto)

Thursday photo prompt: Sign #writephoto

Blue nights laced with clouds

Raising fullest sheer moon

Heaven and magic woven for swoon

And I, fool at romance, tossed hat

Crazily high…caught up, lost all reason…

Mind scattered ‘mid layers of changeable sky.

©Ennle Madresan, 2019 ~ All rights reserved.

Wretched Roses

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/03/12/genre-challenge-9/

Today’s genre: Romance; Today’s photo:

You used to bring me roses from your garden.

You were 40, I was 17…a virgin…and

Imagined this was true love…

You were married…but maybe someday.

We sneaked around, mere kisses, holding hands.

You asked if I knew what a “concubine” was…

I lied, “yes”…embarrassed to admit ignorance…

I lived for each time we met.

Your little daughter was precocious…

Told her mother you brought roses to me.

You lost respect of your peers who

Observed lecherous looks and

Had my well-being in mind.

Goodbyes…then we ran into each other

Years later, after both our divorces.

I was prize you no longer coveted…

Not fresh rosebud anymore.

I tossed the pressed rose petals saved…

The ones from your garden.

©Ennle Madresan, 2019 ~ All rights reserved.

Ghost Love (a Horatiodet)

February Poem #15

Kat’s poetry form:  the horatiodet is a 5-line mini ode with a syllable count of 5-7-7-5-9 and a rhyme scheme of ababb

Mere ghost, you’re my heart

Since youth you, distant, loved me

Generation, miles apart

Meaningless maybe

These absurd truths our mythology

©Ennle Madresan, 2019 ~ All rights reserved.