Saturday, August 13, 2016

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SOUL MATES
Before our skins touched the breath of our pores
Before our mouths echoed a creation of commands

There you were in cloud of dreamscape
There you were your face in my minds eye

Asleep i slumbered snugly in your ethereal arms
Asleep i smelled your fragrant sweet eternal being

You became the cliche, the end to my sentences
You became the dew for fresh new mornings

We etched the sunset into our empty recognition
We etched the horizon out for changed landscape

How then can i let you go, for what more
How then can i say goodbye, when my love stays
SOUL MATES © gillena cox 2016


Written for
Prompt Nights – Intuition’s as though we’re seeing with our soul [25]





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CHICKENED OUT
We joined the queue
It was quite a long queue

I was adamant. Yes I replied
Let's join the queue

We were going to meet the gypsy
So we joined the queue

Brixton market, there we were
Balmy weather, us in the queue

We moved up a bit, a slow crawl
Seemed never ending, this queue

There she was reading a palm
After a long wait in the queue

We could see her now
From our place in the queue

Aw let's go, I change my mind. So
after all this time we left the queue
CHICKENED OUT © gillena cox 2016


Written for Lets take a look at the cards, shall we? – [24]

16 comments:

  1. Whistles!!! Gosh, Gillena I am absolutely floored :D Loved both the poems. Soulmates is such a beautifully romantic write :D especially adore the lines 'You became the cliche, the end to my sentences, you became the dew for fresh new mornings." When I read Chickened out I recalled a quotation by Sir Walter Scott 'Fortune may raise up or abuse the ordinary mortal, but the sage and the soldier should have minds beyond her control.' Beautifully executed!

    Thank you so much for participating at Prompt Nights and for your constant love and support :D :D

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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    1. Happy you dropped in Sanaa. Thanks for sharing that quote

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  2. How well you described that comfortable feeling of loving another to such a degree that are but one. In your second poem I too would chicken out not having the faith to trust a seer (and also thinking I'll make my own way!).

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  3. You became the cliche, the end to my sentences
    You became the dew for fresh new mornings
    So
    after all this time we left the queue

    How wonderful to be having the one where both are meant for each other. You nailed it with the beautiful lines. For the second one, it is often a concern to be told of what's coming that one just don't want to hear it!

    Hank

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  4. thanks for your appreciation Hank

    much love...

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  5. The last verse to Soulmates was so touching. You built up this beautiful love, so that we ached along with the protagonist at the end.

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  6. Thanks for your appreciation Rommy

    much love...

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  7. The last stanza of "Soul Mates" leaves the reading gasping. Some goodbyes are difficult, but when the heart must be left behind they are almost impossible.

    The line to the gypsy made me giggle.

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      Happy you dropped in Magaly

      Much love...

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  8. Both lovely work, in their different ways! Sigh... I just can't write truly romantic poetry...

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    1. 💞happy you dropped in Freya

      Much love...

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  9. I love the depth of Soulmates and the change of pace to Chickened Out! Love is a process and a risk at times and yet 'We etched the sunset into our empty recognition..We etched the horizon out for changed landscape'..seems to suggest it is very much worth the work :)

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      💞

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  10. Enjoyed these both so much,,,some serious, sensual romance and a bit of wasted time in that queue :-) the chicken is perfect for the poem! I also love the lines "You became the cliche, the end to my sentences
    You became the dew for fresh new mornings" It would be so nice to have such feelings for someone.

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  11. Thank you for your appreciation Linda

    Much love...

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