I see the candle flickering in the shadows, the sweet smell of jasmine arouses my thirst for sensual lovemaking. I sit alone in this dark stone cottage nesting in the hills of autumn. The trees are shedding the security of their warmth, of the cold winter that is approaching. I sit all lazy and dazed. I dream of walking hand in hand with the beautiful man I adore, step by step, crunching and crushing the red, brown, and orangey leaves.
The sound of the lambs The tweet tweet tweeting birds sing From my garden swing
Embrace the Reality
Today I feel alive. There’s someone at my door. My heart joining the tapping of every knock. I open the door wide just like the look in my eyes. It’s him, he is here, he’s finally come. I wrap myself around him and embrace him tenderly. We are lost in a stare. My eyes are shut tight. I awaken from the night. I must have fallen to sleep. With the realization of my dream. The cold stone cottage dampens my joy. I crawl from my bed and blow out the candle but there’s no point in making a wish. I look from my window and the leaves have disappeared, replaced by the spirals of icicles neatly webbed between the branches of the trees.
Tea in the morning Pot of herbal for my lunch Wine in the evening
Writer’s block Hello Knock knock Racing against the clock Assignments piled up Until you feel the door unlock
Sit in the garden Sit at the desk Bring the pen to the paper The books you’ve read Will make the words flow
Let the words you drank Filter through your paws
So many hidden doors In this house she’s never lived in before Only in her dreams and nightmares does this house appear Each dream revealing a new room Which has familiarity Sometimes includes her family Doors of happiness Doors of sadness This is just life Clearing her path
A marital inquest In which one should enquire Forgetting the days of one’s desires Togetherness has just expired
Hostage to the virus Where is my protected vest? Will this nightmare rest?
Daisy Green’s inspiration comes from being a victor of domestic abuse who continues to thrive in life. Her words come from the heart and are most often dark. Her purpose, through writing and sharing her poetry, is to empower others to identify their own pain but most importantly to give hope. You can find her work at her blog – Daisy Green and on Facebook
i felt your strength in those moments of my weakness the inescapable honesty shown me with your deeds and sumptuous lips
a day never ended without your hardest efforts fulfilling your ambitions and in support of mine all whilst wrapping me up in genuine romance
you understood how to divvy up the day to attend to your priorities while ensuring you communicated the necessary to my mind, body and soul in words and affection
your comedy left me heaving with unexpected joy and gasps for air your intense sex appeal and provision of ecstasy did me in the same way lasting just enough to never dull the desire for more
your swagger was a confidence absent arrogance sharing your intelligence and knowledge humbly and possessing such a keen eye for details my, oh my, you were assembled just right nature and nurture produced a prize one i was so lucky to have
in the space we’d hollowed out for ourselves a dimension of no holds or hesitation with jagged-edged personal truths seeing each other clearly loving each other anyway our gazes, a connection which couldn’t lie
in tune in touch in love i was nourished i was supported i was free