i will
plant more
seeds
near the flower
that is you
walking away now
to your
innuendo
in a dream
where a shadow
misses your touch
f a i n t l y, with eyes closed
a fire burns, a purple hue
and its silence speaks
© r.e.l. 4/22/11
image on “suntrail” in mill valley, ca
posted for Poetry Potluck 4/24-4/30/11 on Jingle Poetry
on the mission to forever
my sun is yours
did you know it finds you
when your eyes are opened?
a seed, free to be…
floating with something
beautiful
the embers keep you alive
. . .
but i have a secret
listen
come up for air
i’m thankful that i know
what happens to seeds
who are loved
© r.e.l. 3/5/11
image “the sun”
posted for Jingle Poetry week 25
moving too fast
leads to doubt
allowing no feeling
digesting
loving
all that you are
along the way
even if eyes on your words
can be a form of touch
you long for
you are precious
and grow
like a little seed in its bud
into a flower
be patient
all in good time…
© r.e.l. 5/28/10
inspired by my daughter
photo by Lori Tuttle
posted for Poetry Potluck 4/17-4/23/11 on Jingle Poetry
flowers growing
knowing their secret
is in their seed.
do not pick me
too soon.
i am free
in the wild
growing on time.
i am a flower.
i am me.
© r.e.l. 5/14/10
photo from Wikimedia Commons
my secret innuendo® 