Memories will always remain It is how they touch us haunt us and move us that changes

You are beautiful But your face And the curves You wear so well Are but only two reasons I've seen your mind The words flowing from it I've felt your heart How you warm the world with it I've heard your laugh The twinkling within And I've seen your eyes You melted me with them You are beautiful

Now is where choice becomes real.. If there is meaning to be drawn, it’s drawn here. If there is a step to be taken, it begins here. The present isn’t just a point in time— it’s the only arena where anything can be shaped, challenged, or transformed. Every intent meets us here. #AtOnce

No distance and no silence can keep my thoughts from finding their way to you, softly calling your name as if pressed against my skin.

Sleep is no cure for wanting

midnight walk under poetry sonnets and similes haikus and symmetry I might find you tucked between the lines #bedroomeyes

Wear your memory Like a heavy winter coat Yesteryears warm hug #DailyHaikuprompt

Thou shalt not pretend that you're at war with drug traffickers while pardoning drug traffickers.

I will wrap you safe and dangerous in my darkness and take you where no one will ever find us

one lamp on — I tell the darkness it can stay #haiku #poetry

wasting time shoeless and a sunshade sand gathers between tiny toes warm and grainy I keep walking each step. grounding each wink of sun, healing I stay watching the ocean swallow the sun as a dreamy moon rises OProinntigh

Ed Sandoval ~ 1945 - House in Western Landscape 1995 Oil on canvas.

He has woken something inside her she knows will never sleep again

One of my favorite Douglas Adams quotes: “All opinions are not equal. Some are a very great deal more robust, sophisticated, and well supported in logic and argument than others.” More timely today than ever, don't you think? 💙 #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #BookSky

David Need

Martin Lewis, “Bay Windows” (1929), drypoint and sand ground, 19.9 x 30 cm.

leaf lined pavement between the summers winter tide #haiku #HaikuSaturday

I want my pulse inside you

barefoot on cool sand a pebble shifts underfoot the world tilts a bit #dailyhaikuprompt (pebble) #5amwritersclub #writingcommunity #haiku

Raoul Dufy Arlequín Rouge et blanche au violon, 1945-46.

I have spent forever trying to define beauty but then you do it just by being you

Roger Eastwood (British, 1942 – 2013). A Wet Sunday in Stalybridge (1984, oil on board).

the artist worships in the church of shadow and light, where each square inch of skin is the entire sky... an offering to the canvas of dreams

I will find the heart of you if the beat is loud enough and you are brave enough to be found

and the morning ran with a whisper of white wind high to the hilltops #haiku

How could it be enough? Perhaps enough is simply another figment of our insatiability? Typing up stanzas so they can exist and then deleting them because while they needed freedom from my mind I don't need a keepsake of them for all time #poetry

an autumn tree its only decoration... birdsong #haiku

first frost the hushed child colors inside the lines #haiku #HaikuFeels #hush

I am an addict You are my addiction You are my habit

Inside the heart of every man there is a lust, you understand. And I'm just the same. When all the love has gone away, and passion stares me in the face, could I walk away?

that pale phosphorescence, like a far away constellation of stars

I placed my old self In an urn, buried her deep Can still hear the screams. #haikuhorrorprompt #urn #haiku #senryu

When you know there is someone thinking of you warmly you cannot help but glow

Reflected in the sky - rainbow puddled beneath a petrol pump. #dailyhaikuprompt rainbow #haiku 🌈

a n a g n o r i s i s— #micropoem

My bones feel the chill - autumn morning. #haiku 🍂🍁

Wild and feral pure and natural soft and sensual naked and beautiful You are exactly the way I want you

without waking her without a touch or sweet goodbye he slipped away soft as a feather sure as a leaf

Auspicious rainbow, I run towards you laughing, The storm behind me. #dailyhaikuprompt rainbow

these eyes, wells of gravity light capturing devices these hues, reflective thoughts rising beneath the spaces in-between an ever-breaking day #poetry #slingingpaint #creative

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Your colours hold true long after the rest of the world has faded to grey

🍂 the leaves could not wait to fall, for winter is just on the eve of spring #haiku #senryu #seasons #change

Group of artists, I think all men, producing banners for the anarchist women's organisation Mujeres Libres (Free Women). Barcelona, 16 July 1937. Original photo by Pérez de Rozas beautifully colourised by Jules Backmaan (instgm)

It was dark here. Dangerous. I quite liked it.

each in its own time his kisses like raindrops slid down her pane washed her pain away #Photograph mine

No other drug could give me the rush that you do

Aphrodite Under Moonlight #AIイラスト #aiart #synthart #mythology #Aphrodite #Greek #fullmoon

winter drinks the sun imbibes the very stuff of life then turns to spring #DailyHaikuPrompt #Haiku #senryu #tanka