A Love Story
Romance began
A chance encounter
A happenstance of love
between a woman
and a man
A few written words
was all it took
Struck by love
with just one look
Two souls
hollowed with pain
Not searching
for another
came together
Heartfelt expressions
of love and hope
Release the hold
of an invisible rope
Anguish and emptiness
a forgotten past
Love and
companionship
found at last
Hand in hand
lovers walk
Dinner together
time to talk
Poetry shared
while the music plays
Compatible
in so many ways
Destiny
brought them
together at last
What seemed like forever
happened very fast
A new dawn
A luminescence of light
Darkened horizons
once again shine bright
Bonded hearts
together now beat
Two souls
destined to meet
Paws Around My Heart
Restless kitties dash to and fro,
Mewling as they go
Soon, they're ready to cuddle,
Leaving no room for rebuttal
They gather together,
Furry birds of a feather
Quickly, they fall into slumber,
Sheep just lingering numbers
Sweet kitties hold my heart,
From them, I wish to never part
The Space Between
I miss you in the space between
my heartbeats fed by yesterday’s love
My hopes of you take flight in dreams
as lonely as a crimson dove
Awaken not a sleeping wish
as honesty swims in eventide
A long-known soul, a timeline miss
a promise bled where chances bide
I miss you in the space between
perpetual paths our starlight knew
My hopes of you take flight in dreams
where you tell me, “I miss you, too.”
Stanley Schmidt
Insight for Writing: Don't Merely Dazzle
“Resist the temptation to try to use dazzling style to conceal weakness of substance.”
WIKI: Stanley Albert Schmidt (born March 7, 1944) is an American science fiction author. Between 1978 and 2012 he served as editor of Analog Science Fiction and Fact magazine. … His first publication was “A Flash of Darkness” (Analog, September 1968); his first novel was “The Sins of the Fathers” (serialized in Analog from November 1973 to January 1974), and his first book was Newton and the Quasi-Apple in 1975. … He was nominated for the Hugo Award for Best Professional Editor every year from 1980 through 2006 (its final year), and for the Hugo Award for Best Editor Short Form every year from 2007 (its first year) through 2013.
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Published July 12, 2019
“Quotes of the Day” for May:
https://theprose.com/post/276702/insight-for-writing
When the sun drops.
Darkness surrounds my world
But only at night
When the sun drops
Behind the skyline
A shadow of the past is left unfurled
When gleaming shores are fading from my sight
My bleeding heart stops,
Waiting for a sign
Shades of grey disturb my fleeting thoughts
Does something flitter through the unseen scene?
My bleeding heart
Stops waiting for a sign.
Untie life's tangled knots,
Fight the battle still unseen
I tear myself apart
My fragments sink into your fading moonshine
And darkness surrounds my world
As dreams fade out of sight
When the sun drops
Behind the skyline.
By Gary English and CarpeNoctem
Tempest, Thresh
Your teeth bite. Maul at the root of the bone-cord that ties the nape of my neck to the center of my back. Reverberating. Spasm-shock, tumbling down the staircase of my spine. It is earthquake-licked tectonics. I am continents shifting. I am eruption. Spinal-fluid vomit. I am corruption. Porcelain-fanged, fissure-made. Osteo-scaffolding, cracking. You, convulsion-crescendo. Break me down, shattered. I am devoured. I am unknitting. Laceration-itch wounded. I am heartstring, smarting. Fever-craze, deafening. And my bony sutures are unthreading in conniption-fit torrents. And when the edges fray it is skeleton-splintered. Slivers of want, ricocheting from arteries to heart. Calcium needles. Stab and hold. Stab and hold. Pin me down, wayward. Pin me down, unsettled.
Without
Deep down, I love you
Even deeper down,
I know you're unhealthy for me,
A parasite latching on,
Draining every bit of life
From my fragile body
Your hand grips mine,
Too tightly, bones threatening
To snap into dust
That same hand,
Holding me back,
Forcing me down,
For all these years
Our fingers entwined,
Binding me for life
No longer, I refuse
To be your trophy,
A tool for you to use
Even though you're a monster,
I forgive you
Even though my heart
Burns with resentment,
Boils with hate,
I forget you
Without you,
I take ahold of my life,
Once again
This time,
I won't let go
And Yet...
There’s something I’ve been meaning to do,
Places I’ve wanted to see,
Friends I’ve longed to visit with,
Dreams I’ve hoped to accomplish
But, of course, it can always wait
Until tomorrow
I haven’t done this yet
I haven’t done that yet
I haven’t talked to them yet
I haven’t dreamt it yet
Yet is merely a word
Barring you from fulfilling the goals
You could’ve accomplished today,
Always postponing them
To the next tomorrow
Eventually, there won’t be
Another tomorrow to look to
So get out there
And do everything you’ve wished
You’re not done
With life yet