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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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Beloved Apostle

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Mary, Mary
you were anything but weak
Mary, Mary
you were strong
yet, you cried at his feet.
Behind the tears
lives the truth we never speak
behind the love
lives the beauty of his deeds.

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Mary, Mary
beloved by the man
Mary, Mary
the only one to understand.
Mary, Mary
you took a secret to your grave,
After the passion
a life we never seek
behind the love
was there a child of his seed?

~

Mary, Mary
where did you go?
Mary, Mary
why was your story never told?
You knew his nature
loved him from the start
You knew the truth
you saw the beauty of his heart.
Between the lines
lives the part they overlooked
Beyond your love
lives the message of the book.

~

(c} Susan Morgan Bosler
July 10, 2012

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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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Graphic Manipulation by SMB

Once I pulled you toward me
In a breathless moment
Enveloping the sounds of struggle and joy
Feeling the twisting and winding of flesh
Do you remember that starless, moonless night?
How afterwards we talked but said nothing of importance.
I could hardly see the outline of your face
But I could sense your continence in the dark
You were, we were, exhausted and content.
Do you still wonder if I think of you?
I hold this wish, deep inside
Where memories cluster around
Singular moments of the divine
Another love
Another time.

© Susan Morgan Bosler,  February 14, 2012

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Mermaid By Howard Pyle

Mermaid

I wish I could have been a mermaid
wet iridescently scaley flesh
dressed in a luminescent sea weed sampot
with cold, charged foamy salt waters
slipping around me as I dance between the waves
carefree, joyful
contentment born of ease
an existence without chains or sharpen blades
That holds me bound or cuts me close –
In past days of shells and rocks
the mementoes gathered furiously –
collections now at rest upon a driftwood mantle
there was no other place to keep them safe
I’ve kept them there for you.
I wish I could have been a mermaid
with long red locks of the finest, curled hair
pearls from oysters bedecked about my neck
my long, curvaceous whale’s tail
eagerly slapping at the water
sounding echos that catch your gaze –
to spark your eye, to make you ask
“what’s the cause of your distress?”
Will you come out to play today? I might ask –
“No,” say you, “I have left my love behind
I think of her through endless days!”
Discontent by your reply, I’d slap my tail “sternly”
then dive below the waves
There will be no more riant smiles this day.
I wish I could have been a mermaid
Slinking, swimming, sliding, singing
Alas, alas I am a woman
who has lost the beat of the drum
to which she set her steps upon
when dancing along the sands at the water’s line –
The mighty ocean is now complete
For along the bottom
in the water’s deep
rests a ship
upon which my love once sailed –

he dwells within a watery tomb
with only fish and whales and mermaids
To see him safe from day to day –

Oh, how I wish I could have been a mermaid.

~

©Susan Morgan Bosler, September 15, 2011

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Unknown Artist

Autumn into Winter

 

In Autumn I look to find

The signs of love

Before the icy blue descends

foretelling

another long Winter’s season.

The leaves fall on still lake

Upon the water I view my face

Reflected In my eyes I see

The love you once held for me.

~~

There’s something about this time of year

When profound secrets find their way

From deep within a solemn soul

exposing

Cracks upon the armor worn

Through little tears and tiny lines

It’s hard to hide what isn’t there.

~~

 

Worry not of my seclusion

I spent it here, but not alone

Those memories take complete control

of long past years as they unfold

revealing

truths that I deny

that once, we were in love.

 

~~

© Susan Morgan Bosler ;  November 28, 2011

 

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the winding of the rose and bramble

The Winding of the Wild Roses Amid the Bramble

 

“I don’t remember feeling this light

are there really moments like this?”

She wondered out loud.

“There was a story I knew, it began,” said he

“Once upon a time, in a far away land,

where the deep scent of wild rosemary

pinches the nose

as it mixes with a caller of honeysuckle

on warm summer nights;

when the stars shine brightly

the moon hangs low and heavy

with nary a cloud in the sky,

two lovers met in secret and pledged never to part again.”

“In this moment,” he continued,

“The soft, splendid puff of a burning briar wood pipe

combined with the heady intoxication of night blooming jasmine

washed over them as they silently conspired

safely tucked amidst a hedge of thick juniper bushes

uniquely suited for each other’s arms.

Content they were, to stay this way, and never part again.”

“Just as nature has her principles of cause and effect

Love has it’s own principles of contentment

This is exactly where and when time stood still for them

His pocket watch went silent

Her soft notes sounded no more

but it’s all right

because this is bliss

nirvana in a kiss

they are happy at last and forever.

 

(This is a tale of how love can triumph over all discontent and any odds.)

© Susan Morgan Bosler, September 23, 2011

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