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Trade WindsWhat is this love we've found?
So fragile, and yet so strong.
Drawn to each other like magnets.
With a pull so strong, it is undeniable.
Lost within each other's eyes,
Lost without each other apart.
Ever changing like shifting sands,
Washed away to come back again.
Eternal lasting love of two undying souls.
Reunited bodies of hearts never separated.
We've traveled universes across time,
Only to come back to each other again.
It blows in like a gentle breeze in the night,
Or shatters with the forces of trade winds.
At times, so cold, it can leave a chill.
Until again, serenity returns after the storm.
Always knowing, we will survive,
Finding our strength within each other.
Pushing and pulling with each ebb and flow,
Catching and lifting each other up again.
Trading the gifts we bring to each other,
Accepting the shimmer with the tattered.
We are and have all that we both need.
Feeling blessed and thankful for this wonder.
So we hold out our hands, and we embrace it.
Weaving the strands
Waiting for LoveThere was a day you loved me.
I could feel it strong and true.
But something now has changed.
It's not me you choose, but you.
Distance stays between us.
The tides no longer pull.
I'm waiting for you, love,
Do you think I am a fool?
When I love it's true and deep,
Sharing all with lots to give.
Needing to spend time with you,
Days and nights by which we live.
With you, all else comes first.
You work, you play, you date.
That I should be so grateful,
While you leave me here in wait.
I don't think that I ask much.
This is not how love should be.
How can you say you love me,
Yet not want to be with me?
I've given you my love,
In my heart, you'll always stay.
But only you can cherish it,
Or choose to throw away.
©2014 Carol Gregoire
Love's ChanceI let go of it all, giving my heart to love's chance.
Things should feel happier when on this ride.
Do I leave on the blinders and stay in my trance?
Or dive deeply head first into the darker side?
Time to be honest and glance in the mirror.
Find what is broken without any fear.
That in the glass is always much nearer.
Hold my head high and don't shed a tear.
I gave my heart freely without holding back.
I can't make you take all the love that I bring.
Maybe it scares you, or it's something I lack.
It could just be another tune you prefer to sing.
Do you pull away now to wrestle your own demon?
Are we pretending everything will be alright?
In dreams, do you hear the crying and screaming?
Wishing for just a little more sleep this one night.
Whatever your reasons, you choose not to share.
Keeping me at a distance and alone once again.
Lovers want to be together and their souls to bare.
Maybe it's time to withdraw and find my own zen.
You tell me your life is hard, and you will be back.
Encroaching DarknessLike a mist of fog, it suddenly appears.
It's always when you least expect it.
Even if it has been gone for years,
Awakening to find you can't reject it.
Why did you have to come back now?
Did you think it was something I miss?
Were you lying in wait just to see how,
As I listened to promises with a kiss?
Something now feels quite different,
Without words, nor rhythm nor rhyme.
Am I loved, or am I simply irrelevant?
Senseless doubt, or just killing time?
I try to shake it, but it's an arduous task.
Kicked down, so I have to climb back.
I fight back tears, and put on my mask.
Indifference, betrayal, it all leaves a crack.
Is it easier to let no one near my heart?
I close my eyes to remember your charms.
Heavy is the loneliness of many days apart.
Still wishing you will catch me in loving arms.
The encroaching darkness I cannot fight,
Or banish it with a wave of my hand.
Hoping it leaves peacefully this night,
As tides scattering shells on the sand.
©2014 Carol Gregoire
The Artist's MindEnjoying the breeze on this near perfect day,
Making me feel I've got something to say.
A spritzer of rain, some drops, not just one.
Somehow, they all forgot to tell the sun.
Clouds puffed and proud, piled double high.
White grey marshmallows in a blue azure sky.
Doves retreat to where they've been nesting.
I'm among the flowers, where I lie resting.
I absorb it all in, to help nurture my ideas.
My own playground, creativity without fears.
For I find there is art, no matter where I look.
In nature, on walls, or in pages of a book.
Especially now, with the colors of Spring,
It makes it so easy for me to do my thing.
Taking its essence to a drawing or photograph,
Or writing poetry to bring a smile, tear, or laugh.
A shade or a hue might inspire a collection.
Shapes and patterns find a whole new direction.
Embroidered with beads, woven into a bracelet,
Transformed into beauty by an artist's inner outlet.
For here in my world, it's never just black and white.
I can find inspiration watchi
For DianaMy heart is now breaking.
This day has turned too sad.
Life was once ours for the taking.
Some thought we were quite mad.
So ambitious and we were fearless,
Growing up in more ways than one.
Dancing till the night was starless,
And continuing far into the sun.
Leaving trails of broken hearts,
Hard-pressed to find the one.
Never worried, for we had smarts.
It was Peter who your heart won.
Watching as our children grow,
All beginning lives of their own.
Wishing they would always know,
All the love to them we've shown.
Love is all we really need to live.
It fills our hearts and all our needs.
We share all that we have to give,
Both in our words and in our deeds.
Time passes, with miles in between.
We had dreams to write our memoirs.
Dear friend, it's now your parting scene.
Forever loved, you'll now dance among stars.
©2014 Carol Gregoire
Grateful MorningUp again, much earlier than I planned,
I wipe away sleep and tame a wild strand.
The dog is barking; it's time for a stroll,
To chase brown lizards, or a green anole.
I can't go back to bed on this beautiful day,
So I water my garden and decide to stay.
As I watch a butterfly, along comes a dove.
He sings to me sweetly, and always of love.
Neighbors are scurrying to rush off to work.
That's no longer my world, and oh what a perk!
I can sit on my porch and watch cars go by,
With coffee, a waffle, and blueberries piled high.
A rogue paper bags bounces along the walk,
Where lies the remnants of hopscotch in chalk.
Then things become quiet, except for the breeze,
Just the swishing of fronds in tall palm trees.
Here on my bench with lots of pillows quite soft,
Tucked away from view in my own little loft.
Surrounded by orchids in many colors bright,
I think I may read, but instead choose to write.
Wanting to remember the beauty of this day,
Some words will stay, while others fly away.
Lost AgainSomehow I'm lost again,
Lost between two worlds.
Lost in your words.
Lost deep in a fog.
Did I miss a beat?
Is it now time to retreat?
A blast straight from hell.
Always breaking love's spell.
Diving backwards into the abyss,
A black all-consuming spiral.
Will there be a hand outreaching,
To pull me back safe and sound?
I feel like I'm drowning.
Maybe I've been under too long.
What was I thinking?
Maybe I wasn't thinking.
Why is this so surreal?
But then it's never real.
Not for too long anyway.
A brief moment of bliss.
A smile sealed with a kiss.
Visuals of my dreams and desires.
Burning now in smoke and fires.
I don't know what I need.
I don't know what I want.
Only my wet tears are real.
I'm lost again is all I feel.
©2014 Carol Gregoire
Cuddle TimeCandlelight adds a touch of romance.
Tonight is ours, a much needed break.
We sing karaoke and you twirl me to dance.
Some good wine and chocolate we intake.
A brief respite from the outside world.
Our hearts have been playing with fires.
Come closer now, we need cuddle time.
We place on hold even our own desires.
We strip away all of the insanities,
Dressed now in just our underwear.
No need for ego or our vanities,
In each others' arms, we take care.
So tired and tense from all we do.
Massage away knots with a touch.
You are my oasis, the waters blue.
For this moment, I've longed so much.
No words now; there isn't a need.
Being together is perfect enough.
Here in the present, time unhurried.
Energies renew from all things tough.
We could be anywhere, but we're here now,
And this is where we choose to keep.
It doesn't matter how long, why or how.
We're always touching, even in our sleep.
Awakened refreshed, a new day begun.
Birds chirping as they perch on the ledge.
We take our coffee
Silent DanceThe sun is awake
And the grass is covered with dew
The old day is gone
And the world starts anew
The dogs and cats yawn
The ants get to work
All the flowers breathe
And stretch in the earth
The squirrels gather there nuts
And gently wake the trees
And the wind blows a kiss
To send a rattle through the leaves
The whole world dances
In it’s musical silence
‘Til the humans wake
And makes it all violent
FeelFeel the wind
Feel the grass under your toes
Feel the beauty
That only silence knows
Feel the warmth
In the kiss of the sun
Feel the presence
Of the Everlasting One
Los pasos de la Luna.Envuelta en sus perfumes de plata iridiscente
Roza la tierra abrumada en sus centros tormentosos
Vuelve hilando las sombras de la nieve
Tornando apacibles los sonidos de la muerte
¿Qué es lo que calla la luna?
Camina sobre los puentes turbulentos
Recogiendo las vísperas del ensueño
Se encierra en sus gotas
Derrama su interior sobre el tiempo
Y mira a la inocencia volver a los espacios
Notes on a Breezy DayAfternoon wind tugs restless at weed-tops,
A bamboo chime jangles just to my right—
Hard wind cuts clean again across the breast
Of foot-felt ground—myrrh-dark solidities
Well up below me as gold fields contract,
Chilled to their core –Out from the west, wild night
Floods city senses— ruthless and rock-thick…
Trees stumble ‘round half-dressed; Bear with this place,
Small gravel, bright occasional birdcall…
Calm beige geometries of straw and dirt
Rumple, thank ragged mid-green (dandelion)
And that infernal finger-ripping freeze,
The present minute…Door-crash, swift air-rush
Sing to spring, trussed and squalling in the grass.
The Butcher BirdEnamoured by majestic hunter’s charm
Was I, in warm yet frozen lands afar;
Prepared to fly at whim, lest distance mar
The plumage of a summer free and calm
And undisturbed by panes of truth concealed:
Yet now, in new collisions, fast revealed.
For hunger and for flesh she is impaled:
A butterfly, now torn to ribbons, pleads
Not guilty; asking nothing as she bleeds,
And blamed for reckless flight by those she hailed.
“A songbird’s wrath? Ridiculous,” they say;
“Is carnage not reserved for birds of prey?”
A dormant dormouse keeps one eye awake,
Attentive and exhausted from your chase;
Relentless, tiny claws have scarred her face
As from your crushing grasp she fought to break.
But unperturbed, you sought her mossy nest
And slaughtered her along with all the rest.
A newly-tumbled fledgling steals your eye:
A sparrow, bathed in sand, fears not your song,
For youth deprives her caution: what is wrong
With chatters uttered warmly from the sky?
But victim t
Mysterious TranquilityStanding by the waters edge
Watching the clouds reflected
Touched by the mystery
Just feeling so connected
Landscape mirrored on the surface
Reflecting every rock and tree
Opening your soul`s window
Silence is broken by a screech
With a fluttering of feathers
A large eagle swoops over
Disappearing into the heathers
Waters cold upon my feet
Rippling over my skin
As I stand in the shallows
Fighting the urge to step in
This place is full of mystery
Mirroring your inner peace
Nature at its purest
Full of contentment and grace.
TrippingThe roads are tied in knots and bows;
Where am I going? No one knows.
Within the woods I spy a bird
Whose music I have never heard;
And coming for me is a snake -
My coming here was a mistake!
And in the pond I see a frog,
A little thing with eyes agog;
And hiding somewhere in the sand
Are insects, spiders, rodents and
A million things I haven't seen
In life or death or in between:
The streets are twisting threads of gray;
Where am I going? Far away.
The Colours of TimeSnowflakes falling, Winter white;
Fingers feeling frost's cold bite.
Cloudy, chilly, Winter blue;
Grandma's slurping down warm stew.
Warm and sunny, Spring's yellow
flowers blooming, dogs bellow.
Wet and windy, Spring's mud brown,
raindrops falling to the ground.
Hot and muggy, Summer's green,
Bees so busy, streams so clean.
Cloudy rainy, Summer's gray,
Free-time hours waste away
Leaves are changing, Autumn's gold,
Wood limbs creaking, trees grow old.
Bonfires blazing, Autumn's red
Bears are laying down to bed.
Day is dawning, Winter white,
Morning star, the sun so bright
Snowy sidewalk, Winter blue,
Sledding with a friend or two.
La SteppeLe vent se lève sur les hautes et solitaires plaines,
Il fait courir son corps nu sur les hautes herbes,
Pliant leurs longues et fluettes tiges sans grande peine
De sa respiration saccadée et acerbe.
Dans mon cou à découvert il fait frissonner
Par ses caresses maladroites ma peau fine
Il fait poindre une goutte au bout de mon nez
Je m'allonge et regarde les astres qui se dessinent.
Je fixe la reine lune dans son habit de corail,
Elle s'est parée de milles éclatants soleils
Même d'ici elle domine de sa taille
Je m'offre alors au sommeil.
The BanyansA hollowed tunnel formed,
Surrounded on each side.
These trees they stand so tall,
Heights of strength and pride.
Their large looming shadows,
Menacing in the dark night.
By day, they are graceful dancers,
Pulling away to take flight.
Knotted for an eternity,
Held back by roots entwined.
Wanting to break free,
Beyond the roads that wind.
On the whisper of the winds,
Gentle breezes through them blow.
Fluttering their webs of leaves,
To touch the ground, they grow.
Find me where I wander,
Break these vines that bind.
Caress me in your silken cloak,
Release all worries from my mind.
Look up to see the sunshine,
Dappled on the ground below.
Feel the warmth of love,
In my face, the truth will glow.
©2012 Carol Gregoire
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