Poetry Blog by Jill Ashforth (Love)
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Tony Hill on Dawn (Thu, 21 Sep 2017 06:18 pm)
Daniel Wardak on An old love that deepens (Sat, 19 Dec 2015 11:55 pm)
Echoes of emotions wash over me as I gaze and remember.
Bewitched and writhing under covers
As angels rustled,
their dresses sweeping past my bed,
and gently approached to anoint my forehead with a kiss.
Their touch startled me from my sad reverie, and I breathed once more.
Deep, gasping breaths
That filled my lungs with hope.
The sadness subsided,...
Sunday 3rd July 2016 8:13 pm
My gifts are paltry, but if I could, I would pluck a star from the inky blue sky,
gather the white gold silk of clouds,
bottle the sultry perfume of the flowers,
and build a monument to my love,
a tower of love.
Love for you, only you,
Sunday 3rd April 2016 11:32 pm
The fear of emptiness.
Drink to the future, not to forget the past.
I'm your second chance, last chance man.
Time is running out.
Don't let me suffer.
It's the caring that is killing me.
Don't make me fall.
We are planting holes.
We are planting holes in the waiting room.
We are dreamers.
Dont wake me.
We will only hurt each other,
the way only lovers can.
Saturday 6th February 2016 12:05 pm
Loneliness breeds sadness.
Like an illness it spreads,
takes ones breath away,
grips ones heart,
in a strangling knot
An apparition of love
appears to soothe and comfort,
but as it evaporates and is gone,
a wave of emptiness takes it's place.
A look, a gesture, seems to offer love,
but it is only a memory,
Wednesday 30th December 2015 11:22 am
Love: burgeoning, a smouldering ember.
Passion: a delight long forgotten, once more embraced.
Lover of mine, falling in love with you.
Happiness: a seed is planted, sprouts, grows shoots, strengthens, blossoms and flowers,
scattering pollen from dizzy heights of pure joy.
You lift my heart and make it sing.
Falling, falling, catch my heart, hold it close.
Enfold me, love me, d...
Tuesday 22nd December 2015 9:20 pm
Sunday 20th December 2015 8:42 am
to my heart.
Keep them safe.
Sunday 20th December 2015 8:03 am
An old love that changes and deepens.
An old love that fits like a glove;
rather saggy and stretched, creased and worn but comfortable and strong:
always there, always caring, always true.
Laughter follows you around and fills the void in me.
Your love pours out and over flows into the cracks in my soul.
Your friendship is a safety net strung below me as I tip toe over life's roo...
Saturday 19th December 2015 11:43 pm
Our hotel - a hermetically sealed bubble of glass,
concrete and polished floors,
is chilly and anonymous.
But as dawn blossoms quietly
we approach the Jewel of Agra.
A grieving husband remembers
with a monument to love:
the Taj Mahal.
It radiates a powerful aura of peace,
delicate and glowing
in the silver light.
Birds flit across the roof
and I stand,
Saturday 19th December 2015 11:05 pm