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psycheandcupid

 

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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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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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

All rights reserved.  Please do not reprint in any manner without the express written permission of the author.

 

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Bosler

 

I change as swiftly as a cloud on a spring day
at one moment I am light and airy
full of grace and free of detriment
at the next, I am enormous and filled with rain
frightening, threatening spring showers
My days are long and I am filled with caprice
do not dare me,
for I shall take your proposition
render you depleted
then be on my way.

You see, I am mercurial and quite mad
or I am very kind and eager to please
you just have to catch me
at the right moment,
if you can, if I so desire.

To understand me,
to hold on to me,
is exactly like catching a cloud
with your hands
on a windy spring day.

©Susan Morgan Bosler,  2011  All Rights Reserved

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 Lament on a Cosmic Scale

Upon the cold, winter wind
I heard my name
the sound of your voice, harmonic and pure
startling, for I had not known this pleasure for so long
with it came a flood of memories
shiny though ancient
and very nearly assigned to the ages
best left behind, to be forgot
in the eclipsing fog of a weary mind.
Through an unlit, private maze
it drove me
running head on
into the darken recesses of my self imposed solitude
away not only from you,
but also those nay saying disbelievers of true love
never finding the correct course
twisting and turning at each fork.
Deeply lost, am I
unable to navigate the treacherous tides
of the breaking waves of years passing
wondering why I have eluded you for so long
Come away with me, you used to say,
but I would always ponder, then refuse
can I now go back in time
to change the course
of this undulating race against the tried and true.
Perhaps, perhaps
with enough belief and desire it may be true
life can be lived a second time
with other choices made
If only it could be
how willingly I would jump into that mighty stream,
which I allowed to flow right past me
with conscious thought but lack of inner sight
against the tide of flooding years.
Would I now find that my singular place
should have been with you all along?
I wonder if you ever hear my voice carried upon the wind
sending you to a darken maze of your own making
searching for traces of me resting deeply in your soul.
Living now out of reach
entrenched by the hazards of
living life without augured precognition
each living life alone.

Copyright Susan Morgan Bosler
December 21, 2008

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Tree House

Treehouse

If you loved me
the way I love you
I would build you a house
in our favorite tree
and there would be windows and holes
everywhere for other people to see
that you loved me
the way I love you.

If you needed me
the way I need you
I would dress up our skyward dwelling
with lots of limbs sprouting decorative leaves
and everyone would see how mesmerized by you “is me”
if you needed me
the way I need you.

If you wanted me
the way I want you
we could live anywhere and be happy and true
and all the world would know by our demeanor
that we were those people who are in love
if you wanted me
the way I want you.

copyright Susan Morgan Bosler
October 6, 2008

Photo obtained at Photobucket

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