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In this meadow of cool, long wild grasses

With bright spring flowers bursting with color

The sweet smells of young nature

The soft breeze that ripples past the curled locks of my hair

Let’s pretend that you’re the god of love

While I am the common girl

 Who has captured your heart completely unaware.

Let us drink sweet wine during the dark night hours

 Before sharing that one, first kiss that will last a lifetime –

I promise you, I will reluctantly keep my eyes closed

As you promise to stay with me each night –

I will not peek,

Least the spell be broken and you flee from me

Taking all that is yours with you,

Leaving me alone and broken hearted.

 

(c) Susan Morgan Bosler

August 21, 2012, All rights reserved.  

 

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Storm Clouds

It rained the day you died
I wasn’t there
I had to find an almanac
To figure out
What your last day was like
But I knew without knowing
It rained.

Did you think of me?
Our happy times together
Our yelling
Our purring
The soft sounds of night’s sweet music
My silent tears,
A salty rain.

Storm clouds are blowing in
I sit by the window
To stare at the world outside
To roam the world within me
To pull you forward in my thoughts
It’s all mixed up with days upon days,
But, I know – It is the water, it is the rain
That brings you to me.

That night at the beach
Our first time
Water was everywhere
The ocean slamming against the shore
Rain falling on our car
In a cascade of frenzied lust –

The thirst –
Our lips wet
Warm
Sweet
The drill of desire and passion sweeps
Tangled up in arms and legs
The reclining seat as our sweat infused
The rain continued to fall.

Pisces dear Pisces
It was the water
In which we drowned
Love’s passionate redress
That holds our memories
Each time the clouds coalesce
Your spirit comes to me
We are again, alone
On that beach
Finding love for the first time
Through salty tears,
I remember.

© Susan Morgan Bosler
February 22, 2013

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Doing Time With Unicorns

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Time to step back from this table

Been bending crayons against these papers

Hours and hours floating away

In lovely dreams and fairy tales

My fingers and toes ache to stretch a bit

Out my door and down the road

There’s a lady on her knees in her garden

Caspia  and Tritonia petals smiling

Pulling weeds to make it perfect

Not so different she and I

I understand her need to please.

I pull a smoke out from the pack in my pocket

Strike a match then the flame

The air fills with floral swirls

The whirls change into forgotten shadows

 Deep dark memories return to haunt

Not finding peace here just yet

Not finding why I have to, just yet.

Throw down the smoke and grind it into the dirt

Head on back to my tiny space

A covered camp without any trace

The love we had is finally asleep

Don’t wake it up, let it dream.

Alone is where I need to flee

Among the ashes of what used to be

Until tomorrow arrives with renewed luck

I’ll be here drawing rainbows

Doing time with the unicorns and fables

Under cloudless, starless skies –

Alone is where I need to be.

©Susan Morgan Bosler, November 18, 2012, All Rights Reserved

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Nelumbo nucifera Bahasa Indonesia: Seroja (Nelumbo nucifera) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Haikus for a Sunday

Notes Joyous Dancing

The reed plays through times course

Bamboo harmony

~

Small yellow bird has flown

Empty now the master’s cage

Broken is his heart

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Lotus flower floating past

Nighttime hides its petals pink

Sunlight comes to share

~

Gold and orange leaves

Old weeping tree sweeps the earth

Years travel so slow

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Laughter of the doves

Making love upon the roof

I can remember

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©Susan Morgan Bosler

August 26, 2012

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Today, one of my guides named Lotus Flower visited me in my mediation.  This is what she left behind for me to share.

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For a Time

 

In this meadow of cool, long wild grasses

with bright spring flowers bursting with color

the sweet smells of young nature

the soft breeze that ripples past the curled locks of my hair

Let’s pretend that you’re the god of love, Eros

While I am the common girl, Psyche

who has captured your heart completely unaware.

Let us drink sweet wine during the dark night hours

before sharing that one, first kiss that will last a lifetime –

I promise you, I will reluctantly keep my eyes closed

As you promise to stay with me each night –

I will not peek,

Least the spell be broken and you flee from me

Taking all that is yours with you,

leaving me alone and broken hearted.

 

(c)Susan Morgan Bosler

August 21, 2012 – All Rights Reserved.  Please do not reprint without the permission of the author.  Thank you.

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In those few precious moments

that spring to life

just before the sun tips above the horizon

there is a place that is born, endures and disappears forever

it is in this pocket of living time

that you often come to me

in thoughts so real

I would swear you are blood and flesh.

your hand reaches for and cradles my face

your lips move quietly toward mine

I can truly feel the warmth of your breath

as we share love’s passionate kiss.

Barely the words, “I love you always,”

can be shared before you are gone

a mere memory again

until our next rendezvous

at the striking of nighttime’s death

just before the sun tips above the horizon

when we are whole again so briefly.

 

(c) Susan Morgan Bosler,    March 22, 2012   Please do not reprint without prior authorization of the author.

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In the Music

 

Laying back to feel

The memories cycle through my soul

Wondering if life got it wrong some how

Never knowing how love so clear

Could cloud my mind

For the price of a thousand tears –

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He gave me Ms. Simon

I trusted his smile

We listened together in the dark

“I’ve got to have you”

Playing over and over again

Drifting along Mulholland Drive

On hot summer nights

With the wind in our hair

It really felt so right –

Carly understood the love we shared

The music connected us through the years

He bent me back as we stared down

On the sparkling, city lights

As the fire burned inside,

We planned for times that never came

Unspoken dreams to the end.

~

Time flew fast, when another appeared

Springsteen singing

Thunder Road On his radio

He was so young in ‘75

I wished I had known him then –

The nineties were our romance years

It was when he figured out

That all along his man Bruce

Was singing to him about us –

His hungry ambition and desire

Razed my doubts

He pulled me close, to purify my past –

Racing along that two lane life

While we dreamed of times

Just down that road

In the dark of night,

We didn’t see that blind curve

He swerved and life fell away.

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Two loves

Too close to compare

Both separated

By fate’s design –

Life’s miseries fade with time

While hope keeps

Beckoning me close,

The music continues to play.

 

 

(c) Susan Morgan Bosler, February 25, 2012 All Rights Reserved. Please do not reprint any part of this posting without written approval of the writer.

 

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