Posted in of the heart, poetry

“To My Keeper”


All I feel is weightless.
Lost in all translation.
Stuck in golden shackles
of endless abdications.

So let me fall from glory.
And into you solace.
Let me yearn for refuge.
Let me yearn for grace.

For I am but a captive
of one too many crimes.
I seek of vindication.
Make me your divine.

Chase away my heartaches.
Shelter me from harm.
Let my spirit slumber
in peace and gentle warmth.

featured art by Martina Francone


Posted in August Prompt, poetry, prompts

“My Oracle”


And although I’m uncertain
of which morrow I’ll step into,
my soul rests in knowing
that for always there’ll be you.
And so tell me, my oracle,
of all that awaits:
the golden-ruffled sunrise
after every stormy rain
Tell of how our love triumphs
over all uncertainties.
And tell of all the promises kept
despite difficulties…

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