CAROLINE MORPHEW

CAROLINE MORPHEW

KNOTS UNTIED ARE VINES

Is sad if one cannot dream


of rivers bathed in bluish-green


or mossy beds on which to lie~

Would be the saddest shame

If one could not drown in passion's rain

Or clutch to vines of purple ribbons~

No regrets lie in a mind of sensuality

that has a playground of amusements

parks filled with birds of scarlet and tiny flowers~

Hope hanging like festooned branches

glimmers of dew drenched like diamonds

ponds tucked within trees coven~

Drenched flesh of two hearts

to heart secrets under surface of smiles

Priceless treasures behind doors~

'Tis sad the soul that feels it is whimsy

Not open enough to allow the rain to fall

Heartbreaking the one who feasted upon the slightest taste~

No confidence to dare swim deeper and perhaps

dies awaiting for the train to show

yet the dusty road's expanse lies lonely~

A soul so sad to tell one swinging from vines

Dressed in pink flowers that those vines are

In one's imagination if clinging to the perfect chariot~

Or perhaps a new concoction brushes moist lips

Butterflied hearts floating on waves that cover

and pull under in frenzied rapture oh a symphony~

Not a heart alive can deny the beauty of these words

like trinkets of shimmering colors tinkling with chimes

Sad the one who has thought enough to dare deny another~

The grandeur of these longings and sweet tips upon

tongues that tango in a mellow mood

Still the passion of the ones who see these prisms~

Who refuse to look upon what may be

but rather grip tightly to these dreams

in rainbow Technicolor hues~

For this is love.

© Caroline - all rights reserved Sept 2014

CAST AWAY

As sleep evades


I wonder as if inside of a dream awake,


I avoid letting my mind escape


to the place that will hurt me~


That place between real and illusion


The place that feeds my every fear~


Those fears that are neatly wrapped


in yellowed paper and wrinkled bows,


Those doubts that choke me into submission


and pull me under like quick sand~


I sink deeper into the muck


if I dare open the worn out pages,~

The book has been read before


and over analyzed then ripped apart~


Bound up with empty words and utterances


Yet freed by things unknown and kept~




As a bride prepares for her groom 


so my mind for hers~


Who is the groom there?


Will he escort her over the threshold


of her sanity and welcome new air~


He may simply turn and fade into the midnight 


as she clings to shreds of hope, 


A disquiet feeds her dilemma 


as racing thoughts encumber~


Trepidation easily ensnares


and trips within nets of faintheartedness~


Clinging to vines of certainty 


wound closely to her grieving heart~


An effete heart resides


and pumps dreams and visions


to the very soul~


Though it is supple


it is brave yet easily fragmented


Where shards can cut 
caring hands of protection

Uplift the poignant bleeding-heart


give reason to surrender~

© Caroline - all rights reserved

I GAZE AT THE STARS

Twinkle little moon


I see a man in your stars.


Is he really that far?


Oh star so bright


won't you darken 


up tonight?


Don't cast your beams


so readily upon my dreams.


Go behind the clouds


for awhile and go that extra mile


if you would blocking out


the sun that provides


cold days for me.


The sun a dim orb


that hardly shines


upon the climate.


Why can't you


find it within


to blaze a trail


of light for me? 


Or do you prefer


to hide in a haven


with your cosmic friend


moon?

All rights reserved 2012

©

CAROLINE

CAROLINE MORPFHEW is a mother and a grandmother that lives in Tulsa Oklahoma USA..She loves to write especially poetry and makes her living ghost writing.. She is a published author you can find her on Lulu.com and Amazon.