Of Love and Dreams

 

~ Of Love and Dreams ~

 

I've always dreamed of idyllic things

Cornwall in Spring, wishes on wings

I care naught for castles and kings

just a knight, with a heart that sings

 

heaven on earth, such a place exists

lovers know it, from the moment they've kissed

their world transports into moonlit mists

prose turns to poetry, romance insists

 

here is the deepest secret nobody knows:

- they say love comes, and then love goes

well, it's those naysayers I oppose -

I believe love, true love, only grows

 

the birds know this song, follow their trill

the bees will help guide you, they've fate to fulfill

the moon and the sun and the stars all thrill

our coming together has been their will

 

yours is the light by which my spirit's born

and it's that purity of love which we shall adorn

 

there will be no greater love story than our memoirs

you are my sun, my moon and my stars

 

(c) Dahlia Ramone:  April 22, 2018

 

 

 

This was written for Blogophilia

 

Week 8.11 Topic:  Birds and Bees

 

Bonus Prompts:

Hard (2 pts):  Quote or include a line from e.e. Cummings

(I've included two) *

Easy (1 pt):  Include a town in Vermont (Cornwall)

 

* "here is the deepest secret nobody knows"

(third stanza)

&

"yours is the light by which my spirit's born -

you are my sun, my moon and all my stars"

(I split this one up into the last two couplets)

 

 

 

(my very favorite poem, happens to be this one)

 

 

 

 



 

 

 

 

 

 



The Pondering Moon



~ The Pondering Moon ~

 

As the sky is brushed in an indigo hush

the nightingales pause their hymn and the stars dim

in anticipation of the moon's summation
I begin my pilgrimage, seeking her image

once again

 

from July through June, I've beseeched the moon

'guide me there, or guide him here

color my days in bountiful ways

paint my nights with love's highlights
I believe in you'

 

the moon ponders this, assessing my wish

you've believed all these years, though smiles and tears

yet even when I'm not around, it never gets you down

tell me why

 

I listen to my heart, and say what I hear

"it seems when I'm lonely, I always know you're near"

the moon ponders this, and sees another vision

perhaps it's not me you're thinking of, my dear

 

the moon goes on to explain, she's not calling the shots:

the soul becomes dyed with the color of its thoughts

become one with the brushstrokes, connect the dots

once your soul's on canvas, you'll know what you've got

 

I sit under a tree, pondering the moon pondering me

the birds resume their song and I think she's not wrong

I am indigo dreams with art in my seams

and someone, somewhere, has a similar canvas to share.

 

(c) Dahlia Ramone:  April 15, 2018

 

 

 

This was written for Blogophilia

Week 7.11 Topic:  Talking to the Moon

 

Bonus Prompts:

Hard (2 pts):  Include a quote from a Stoic other than Seneca *

Easy (1 pt): Use a line from a Gene Autry song **

 

* "The soul becomes dyed with the color of its thoughts"

(Marcus Aurelius) - 5th stanza

 

** It seems that when I'm lonely,

I always knew you're near

("You're the Only Star in my Blue Heaven")

4th stanza

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Resurgence

 



WAITING - PHASE ONE

 

The Long Silence

 

Queries litter the ground

fallen from lips of ashes
representations of time

wasted on the waiting

what happens now

as I kneel and disconnect

drawing the line

in my ashes

 

STRIP THE SOUL - PHASE TWO

 

Drown with Me

 

Disappear with me

the half-light beckons

with its seductive flicker

to the start of something beautiful:

The Sleep of No Dreaming.

stop swimming, the rest will flow

and we can just sleep, together

 

FUTILE - PHASE THREE

 

Blackest Eyes

 

Remember me, lover

as I dig this shallow grave

cover it with footprints

of those who come after me

to watch the stars die

 

FADE AWAY - PHASE FOUR

 

Always Never

 

Don't sing to me of halos

even less, of sentimental things

I've been down that road before
and don't try to reason

that I am in the driver's seat

the joke's on you

I drive the hearse

 

ACCESS DENIED - PHASE FIVE

 

Arriving Somewhere, But Not Here

 

To your credit, you didn't say

all the words I'd heard before

you simply laid your flag before me

kneeling beside my open grave

and as the moon touches your shoulder
I believe in Fate once more.

 

(c)  Dahlia Ramone:  April 1, 2018

 

 

This was written for Blogophilia

Week 5.11 Topic:  My Fate

 

Bonus Prompts:

Hard (2 pts):  Incorporate a lyric by the group Porcupine Tree *

Easy (1 pt):  Mention something found in a cemetery (grave, flag)

 

* I used the following song titles, in order:

 

Waiting - Phase One / The Long Silence / Lips of Ashes /

What Happens Now / Kneel and Disconnect / Drawing the Line / My Ashes / Strip the Soul / Drown with Me / Disappear /

Half Light / Flicker / The Start of Something Beautiful /

The Sleep of No Dreaming / Stop Swimming /

The Rest Will Flow / Sleep Together / Futile / Blackest Eyes / Remember Me Lover / Shallow / Footprints / Stars Die /

Fade Away / Always Never / Halo / Even Less / Sentimental /

The Joke's on You / I Drive the Hearse / Access Denied /

Arriving Somewhere But Not Here /

The Moon Touches Your Shoulder

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



Curtain Call



~ Curtain Call ~

 

Close your eyes

take my hand

breathe in the memories

was it all we planned?

 

we were on fire

revered by all

we wrote the book

we defined protocol

 

we loved, oh we did

to depths unknown

yet, in our core

we were still alone

 

we both had our dragons

neither could slay

I couldn't say when

it all went astray

 

we were together
I forget the rest

but for all of our time

we tried our best

 

they'll ask what went wrong

but our lips are sealed

neither is to blame
no missteps revealed

 

open your eyes

squeeze my hand

leave them with this:

our love was a wonderland.

 

(c) Dahlia Ramone:  March 18, 2018

 

 

 

 

This was written for Blogophilia

Week 3.11 Topic:  Our Lips Are Sealed

 

Bonus Prompts:

Hard (2 pts):  Include a quote from Walt Whitman *

Easy (1 pt):  Incorporate a dragon

 

* We were together.  I forget the rest.

(Fifth stanza)

 

 

 

 

 

The Realm of New Hope



~ The Realm of New Hope ~



I've seen a place

a green oasis of harmony

where the spirit knows freedom

and love is evergreen

 

do you believe in the power of a whisper

have you seen the wind gently brush against the fern

witness their unity

and bow to their grace?

 

find your center

and follow your true self

trust that the forest shields you

from all that doesn't matter

 

walk with me

into the realm of new hope

I've seen a place where time ceases to exist

take my hand, let's see where we wake up tomorrow.

 

(c) Dahlia Ramone:  February 18, 2018

 

 

 

 

This was written for Blogophilia

Week 52.10 Topic:  Is Time Irrelevant?

 

Bonus Prompts:

Hard (2 pts):  Incorporate a Maroon 5 lyric *

Easy (1 pt):  Include a town in Wisconsin **

 

* "Take my hand, let's see where we wake up tomorrow"

(from Lost Stars, technically Adam Levine and not Maroon 5)

 

** I used twelve, in the following order:

Oasis / Harmony / Spirit / Freedom / Evergreen / Fern /

Unity / Center / True / Forest / Shields / New Hope

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



Rising

(Light in Empty Heart by Astranat - Deviant Art)

 

 

~ Rising ~

 

Empty is the heart

with nothing to lose

too bored to bleed

to fragile to use

 

veils and visions

fire and smoke

avoid the burn

pull up the cloak

 

can't find release

over the edge

one cannot hold

an empty pledge

 

nothing to give

just pain to accrue

expectations
wasted on you...

 

 

You showed me this:

expectations
accrue on merit;

give no donations.

 

Pledge to myself:

hold only candor

edge from the dark

release love's slander

 

cloak the darkness

burn all the lies

smoke carries hope

visions on the rise

 

use the pain to learn

bleed for love tonight

lose all inhibitions

heart to heart, ignite.

 

(c) Dahlia Ramone:  January 28, 2018

 

 

 

This was written for Blogophilia

Week 49.10 Topic:  Empty is the Heart

 

Bonus prompts:

Hard (2 pts):  Use a song title from the band Zebrahead *

Easy (1 pt):  Mention fire (second stanza)

 

* song titles used in order:

 

Nothing to Lose

Too Bored to Bleed

Veils and Visions

Over the Edge

Expectations

Wasted

Ignite

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



From Inside the Willow Tree

 

~ From Inside the Willow Tree ~

 

Hidden under the canopy

of a sprawling willow tree

shelter beckons a weary soul

cautioned against another stroll

to the garden just within reach

where trust has always been breached

and truth shares a bed with lies

 

weep, willow, weep

for love doesn't come cheap

from the tidy rows of bleeding hearts

to the broken promise of the forget-me-nots
there's solace in the weeping

where dreams are meant for keeping

so the garden never dies

 

what's next, beyond the safety of the willow?

its leaves whisper into the winds of tomorrow

poised, as they are, to blow gently on a face

in need of guidance, seeking nature's grace

to create that path less traveled on

where reality mirrors dreams we've drawn

and the garden becomes all it implies.

 

(c) Dahlia Ramone:  January 22, 2018

 

 

 

This was written for Blogophilia

Week 48.10 Topic:  The Tree in the Middle of My Garden

 

Bonus prompts:

Hard (2 pts):  Quote Martin Sheen ("What's next?")

Easy (1 pt):  Include the phrase "in or out of the money" (I did not)