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The door is open
Candle in the darkest night
Seems brighter than day
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Let in the fresh air
Love as light as a feather
Smells like fresh cut grass
JoAnn Bertone Chmielowski
April 29, 2010
METAPHOR
Talk to me in metaphor
Ooh baby..... keep it coming
That kinda tongue just lets me know
What ya think and how you're hummin'
Your similes, so very nice
They're sweet grapes on the vine
But metaphor, much more discreet
Your words change into wine!
Prose morphs into poetry when metaphor's the mantra
Served right up with simile, and side of double entendre!
JoAnn Bertone Chmielowski
June 20, 2011
CONTINUE TO CALL
There you are again, an old lover,
still looming tall on the horizon.
Even seeing your name still excites me.
I come closer,
just passing beside you, standing erect between two rivers of dreams!
I know you've been hurt, but you barely show a trace.
The word without motion, here. Like your wildest dreams. The shout of an arrow. A whisper of silk. They can inflect nothing, not even a sigh. A caveat, you're more a part of this dance than you can imagine. The dance without motion. |
PARACHUTE Your parachute of love has deployed. Safe to fall ever so gently, fall ever so gently, fall ever so gently, eyes closed. Your parachute of love has deployed. On the updraft, you drift, drift, drift to some exotic place, eyes closed. Upon landing, eyes open. Something beautiful beyond expectations awaits. |
TRAVELING ASTRIDE |
Traveling astride, relationships holding a far higher purpose are not as much destined to fall in love with each other as they are to fall in love with the universe.
JoAnn Bertone Chmielowski November 29, 2010 |