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 MORPHEW

"NATURE'S NECKLACE"

Blue silk encases pale skin

Tender with dew

Lattice work hangs in abundance
Winding with gentle determination around buds...

Pink with longing

Ropes of green

Like nature's necklace

Worn as a choker

Proud and a bit reserved..

Not a sure way

Or a path of complete certainty exists..

Whilst questions light up every corner

Fireflies flitting in the mind while it rests quite reclusive...

Reticulation is the dream of an enchanted mistress

Tendrils burst beautifully from haunted corridors..

Perhaps loftily mingled with prudishly

An unexpected girl blushes; however..

Crystal clear perceptions still threaten a tender sensuality.

CAROLINE MORPHEW

"TAMED?"

( Inspired by our lovely friend and poetess, Jolly)

Could we tame one another's hearts…both caught up in the whirlwind that was and is our love?

My mind tied around every single second we once shared

Yet, no more,

I feel these chains bruising, tearing every fiber of a wounded heart, still now,

I would walk upon a leash or would I for you?

May I lead you, dance playfully upon your softest fur?

Wrapping arms of passion around your gallant frame,

Refusing to accept the hints of the games you played,

Yet, the chasm bore through my soul remains

Our love left a scarlet stain,

I cry in an empty forest captured behind cumulous clouds,

I walk regally to a frozen pond; I thirst for one sip not found...

Poetess

 CAROLINE MORPHEW