Thursday, April 20, 2017

Thought of Spring... Prose poem

Following the spring path of the arctic air, the winter storms has cease 
Leaving the air with the breath of chill mixed with stagnant warmth

Tree limbs show off its spring buds of green, red and white
While daffodil stems that reach for the life-giving rays of the sun, rise from the death of winter coldness 

When my lungs inhale a deep breath of the air that's fresh and new
It leaves my mind with anticipations of spring being near

(c) 1ManView

Tuesday, March 14, 2017

Thought series: Lost and found

In this moment of time and space, you are not here
But your persona is felt
In every strike of my heartbeat
In every breath my lungs take
In my eyes glance of this room, that feels empty without you

My mind slips to the past of just yesterday
Lingering on your gentle touch
Your loving embrace
The sound of your laughter
The way you present yourself as one big open heart

I know you are not here
But my eyes still see you
My fingers still feel the presence of your flesh softness on their tips
The tender embrace of your lips on my cheek
 I love the taste you leave on my lips, the taste you leave just before you whispered goodbye
As another breath draws in, I smell essence of your body scent, that's fresher than the air that gently breeze over the calm of ocean waves

How can a person miss another as soon as they are out of eyes sight comprehend  my thoughts,
but its a fact
Yes, I know it's all Inside my mind
All my senses are wishing you were still here with me
At this precise moment of time
In this precise space that I'm standing in
Lost is my mind in thoughts of you
And I'm wishing you would hurry back and find that my thoughts were only thinking of you...


Sunday, February 26, 2017

Tăcerile... (Silences) by Teo Dor

tăcerile acelea 
privindu-te cum dormi
gândul meu urlă
și mă ține
de mâini
și de picioare
de teamă
să nu te trezesc
și dorințele
dorințele acelea
în urletul din gând...



those silences
watching you sleep
My mind screamed
and making my
and feet
not to wake
and desires
those desires
the roar of thought ...

(The power of love and desire......)

Saturday, January 14, 2017

It's that simple ....

The way your tender kisses transcend into my heart
The way your touch breeze through my being 
The way you gentle hug folds into my soul
Always remind me
That I'm loved by you

(C) 1ManView