Neither slave nor beast
yet bound and silenced were we
blind brutality
Eternity weeps
for separation within
the heart of their thought
We must make amends
and face the Light clasping hands
all souls free at last
Cheryl KP
copyright 2018
Why can’t we
learn to see
that
like the bee
flying free
bloom to tree,
No derison
or division…
camaradrie.
Copyright words and images CKP 2018
Moments,
saved from
Nature’s tapestry,
woven in hues
of greens and blues….
Spun gold overcoats
and gossamer wings,
a thousand kisses
left on velvet blush
as the wind sings..
Embrace perfection
with tenderness,
cradled in your arms
it thrives, sublime!
Moments,
stolen unawares,
like precious gems,
seashells on the sand,
kept in heart’s
book of days,
and treasured
beyond measure.
How happy we,
the bee and me!
Cheryl P
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2018
Remember Me
Remember me,
tho nevermore
my face you’ll see,
for I will still
abide with thee
in shadows long-
unfettered-free,
reaching
towards eternity,
yet will I come
if only ye
have need and lonely
call to me-
thus to your side
and swiftly!
forever where I long to be.
Hear my voice in
the cicada serenade,
feel my touch in
sunlight on your skin,
see me in the smile of a child-
running wild,
for shall I be!
Do not weep,
when ’ere you sleep,
for we shall meet
in dreams as sweet
as honeysuckle dew
Remember me,
I’ll not forget you.
Cheryl KP
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2018
Undulating acrobat,
On silken threads
she deftly treads
across the great abyss
and so creates a
masterpiece of
glistening perfection,
hidden in plain sight.
Beware the tender trap!
It will ensnare
and so beware
this fatal beauty
resting in the center
of her universe…
she is the weaver
of silken death.
CKP 2018
Pure delight-
veil of oblivion
obscures the world
of curious eyes,
no more you and me,
we blend as one in
ecstatic golden euphoria
that numbs the senses
shatters my defenses,
soul laid bare and
barely aware of time,
our enemy and friend
and thus we pretend
we are are its master
as it marches ever faster,
stealing the future,
clouding the past,
as evening casts
long shadows
where we lay
spent,
content,
he ticks his tock,
this bitter clock
called a life,
within its well
hope springs
eternal!
CherylKP
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What we hold in the palm of our hands,
delicate gift, the heart understands.
What we possess but forget
in the wake of regret
withers in shadow
of doubt.
Fragrant remains of desire,
kindling for funeral pyre,
The bits that you clutch,
have so numbed your touch,
while faint memory lingers
I slip through your fingers
as dust in the wind
and no way to mend
the bridge that once
called you a friend.
Forgotten.
CKP copyright words and Photo
2018
