Lacuna

A lone, windswept... weeping willow
Tired of changeable toxic breeze 
Conundrums staged... perplexing
Do you crave my Love, a release? 

Where are you my Persephone? 
Do you wait for me... are you there?
Sense day’s light dwindling to dusk
Darkling... cradled by despair 

I am hope‘s bruised butterfly
Gentle grace within my touch 
A rippled flux of universe 
Unabated... unconditional love!

Ache for a life painted passionate 
Two singing spirits that tremolo truth 
Peace, pillowed-quilt... compassionate 
My soul’s amber-encased... loving muse

Empty, lonely... tear-stained, tussled sheets 
Twilight slithers... lick our wounds 
Leaves us, cold wraiths... desolate 
Yearning tender care... new moons

Oh Love... wrap me in your velvet tones
Hold me safe, in celestial words 
Lie with me under this Harvest Moon
Be loved, precious, cherished... and adored

Dreams, I press like violets
Forever, my heart’s lyre... laid at your feet 
Twinned light, transcends Autumn’s equinox
Won't you fill my lacuna, Love... please come unto me 

Synchronised, our spirits aligned... contented! 
Shine, goldening-wise, Fall’s souls’... quantum seeds
Love’s autumnal, bright... Phoenix, piled feathers
We’ll rise again, upon zephyr’s peaceful ease
Together... we will find what has been missing
Equilibrium’s love.... life’s illusive... puzzle piece!

© 2022 - Violet Moon Poetry - Debbie Razey
Both poem and art made on photoleap

Autumnal Bygone Days

 

Autumn whispers secrets of those who have gone before
Amber, Auburn pirouetting leaves... scarlet, saffron
Falling tree debris... bright fire rain, russet, sanguine tones
Crispy crunchy, staccato steps... symphony’s cyclone 

Squirrels hoard buried treasure troves… forest tree pantries 
Kaleidoscope... leafed-fairy wings, waltz upon the breeze 
Bare, skeletal trees disrobed... in moonlit shadows moan 
Schoolyard conkers, hibernating hedgehogs... snuggly homes 

Decorations, weeping willow tears… Ole Hallows’ Eve 
Witches, skeletons, vampires, ghosts... children cloaked in glee
Families enjoy traditions… ancient festivals 
Priceless moments shared... magic, mystery, fun-filled awe 

Foggy, frosty Fall’s stark morns… home-baked blackberry pies 
Pumpkin spice, treacle toffee… trick-or-treat candy smiles 
Rosy cheeks, woollen hats and scarves… searching for lost gloves
Cold hands warmed, by dear loved one’s breath… cosy blanket hugs 

Firework spectacular skies... Catherine Wheel lit-eyes.
Neighbours encircled, stacked bonfires... enkindled, hailed cries
Guy Fawkes’ eerie effigy... consumed by leaping flames 
Glowing hearts, red toffee apples... sparklers signing names 

Days drew in... darker dawns, velvet nights; hearth glowed ablaze! 
Starry bedtime stories... loving pooch, Pearl’s faithful ways 
Making pom-poms, pies, knitting... singing Oklahoma 
Autumnal yesterday’s shades of you... Dearest Grandma 

© Debbie Razey 2022 - Violet Moon Poetry
Art made with AI on photoleap