Dreaming Blue

Blue eyes, I see yours

Kind, smiling, thoughts unspoken

Beneath sky the same

Mandolins bring butterflies

Sunset’s sapphire waves gilded

Love’s dream palpable

‘Til waking leaves lonely sheets

Blue as skim milk dawn

©Rhen Laird/Cobbled Contemplations, 2020 ~ All rights reserved.

What do you see # 34- 15 June 2020

Past Yonder Sea

Quarantine ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #227

Far past yonder sea

Let us be quarantined, Love

Live or die as one

Hearts grieved, forever waiting

Dreams gone, cast in verdigris

~

Far past yonder sea

‘Mid hibiscus you linger

Palm trees beckon me

Waves play your voice, make me weep

Held captive ‘cross Time’s blue sea

©Rhen Laird/Cobbled Contemplations, 2020 ~ All rights reserved.

Love Letter ‘Mid Corona

I’m linking to Punam’s love poem, in gratitude for her constant encouragement…Love you, sister afar♥
https://paeansunpluggedblog.wordpress.com/2020/03/21/love-in-the-times-of-covid/

*♥*♥*♥*

She thought he was dead

Or had forgotten her

Then his letter came

Began with, “did we

Read ‘Love In the

Time of Cholera’

Together?”

As though interjecting

Thought midst a

Rolling conversation…

He wondered if she was well

If she’d married, had children.

Sounding shyly hopeful, he

Doubted she still had feelings

For him, said his heart had

Not emptied itself of her…

He remembered everything

About her from that last day

How trim she’d looked

In the straight lines of

Her stylish floral dress

Her dark hair which

Mimicked swaying palms

In perfumed breeze

And her eyes, full of pain

Fear, longing, disbelief

Perhaps regret having

Traveled to see him, wishful

Eyes black-lashed wells

Deep with anguish he’d

Not asked, nor

Discerned, the reason for

And how she’d trembled

Beneath tropical sun…

He acknowledged lingering

Ache that he’d let her leave

Asked if she had any desire

To write him again.

It must be a hoax, she

Thought, reading to the end

Yet she recognized his

Same bold-stroke signature

She’d clutched to her

Breast, decades ago…

How could he be alive, he’d

Been much older than she

It was too much to hope

In this panic, Corona’s

Rushing pandemic

That they might share

Second opportunity

For love’s dreams

With no possibility

Of circumventing

Barriers, quarantine.

Which would hurt more—

To ignore his request, or

Spill her heart for him

Again with pen, palsied

Hand’s anxious lines…and

Not see, touch, well-favored

Face memory ne’er discarded?

But surely Time had replaced

It with a stranger’s

Winter ghost…

Quandary quickened her pulse.

©Rhen Laird/Cobbled Contemplations, 2020 ~ All rights reserved.

Imprisoned (Crimson’s Creative Challenge)

Crimson’s Creative Challenge #66

Imprisoned by love

Within exquisite stone edifice

Heart remains…withering, shivers

Ached with longing, as eyes dim

Murmur last prayer

To glimpse you once more

Passion e’er stays winter’s chill

But renders mind fraught

With a fraying madness

Vespers, your ghost visits

Drifts past cracked window

On midnight wings

Mute mist of tears

Veil ‘tween our worlds

I beg, “take me away with you”

©Rhen Laird/Cobbled Contemplations, 2020 ~ All rights reserved.

Returned to the Sea

Three Line Tales, Week 212

photo by Jeremy Bishop via Unsplash

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The sea had called her since birth…whether due to flawed seamen fathers, or Divine seed in her blood.

How her heart yearned, ached to be with it and never leave… “oh, to be a mermaid”, her childhood wish.

The rock was high and firm above magnificent waves—their melded colors mercurial, gemlike; but when twilight wrapped its cape around her, she heard the siren’s sing-song melody…and slipped into salt-rich beckoning depths.

©Rhen Laird/Cobbled Contemplations, 2020 ~ All rights reserved.

Paint Me A Window

Paint me a window

In mind’s blue-shadowed attic

Where dim ghosts murmur

Paint it like cathedral glass

Hues of Heaven’s front porch glow

~

Paint grace-scrubbed windows

Filled with dawn light, fireworks night

Hosannas’ shimmer

Let me see longed-for faces

Recollections no more shamed

~

Wide painted window

May open with whimsy’s breeze

Miraculously

Lift heart’s thoughts on seabirds’ wings

Rain salt-tang-hope ‘mid winter

 ©Rhen Laird/Cobbled Contemplations, 2020 ~ All rights reserved.