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Image used for "The Sunday Muse #97"

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Her right hand touches her neck,
left hand expertly plays the chords,
melody suspended for a moment,

but not memory of kisses
skimming, teeth nipping, thrilling, 
freely flowing over her body; 

hands over piano keys, notes repeated,
sometimes traditional, sometimes revolutionary,
waltzing heroic... like a good lover.

She often plays the night,
an escape, when structure unwinds
and romance tilts the room,

enshrines emotions as moon and stars outside
cast shadows upon the lake, twinkling,
willing him back safely into her arms.

Only then she'll allow clasp to be unfastened,
ring taken from delicate chain and placed upon her finger.
When his promised return will be answered with "Yes".

by Margaret Bednar, March 3, 2020

This is linked with "The Sunday Muse #97".

Also linked with Instagram: "A Skylover Wordlist".  I used enshrines (shrine), teeth, escape

I invite all of you to consider my new bi-monthly challenge "Artistic Interpretations".  All are welcome!  

If Passion is Pink

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If Passion is Pink

will it taste of raspberry creme,

flow from rose-tinted lips whispering sonnets?

If purple, will it be tart like a Saskatoon berry,
scented like frosted lilac or a wisteria tree in full bloom?

As comfortable as faded blue linen, 

blue patchwork quilt, or a distant horizon mid-day?

Cool and refreshing as a coral reef, sweet as peach preserves,

or free and determined as wild salmon?

Smooth as bourbon butterscotch, refined as amber,

exciting as a piece of eight?

Cloaked with comfort like morning fog,  

a rich Highland or Somerset grey? 

(think Scots or Englishman - I’m all about an accent)

Maybe Celtic and Parisian green (see above) 

or calming as meadow sage and wheatgrass?

Perhaps red - hot kisses beneath scarlet maples

or beside gooseberries on a woodland path?

If passion is pink, is it as delicate
as a Victorian rose?

What color will you choose
as you nibble upon your lover's ear?

by Margaret Bednar, July 11, 2019

This is linked with "Imaginary Garden With Real Toads - Bits of Inspiration - You Write the Color"

Devotion

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Devotion

A poetic romancer you are not,
yet considerate you certainly are;
most likely to bring home
grocery store (last-minute) carnations

but I don't mind.  They're rumored to be
from Mary's tears, a mother's undying love.

My love is simple.  I don't need red roses,
just devotion; not worship, but sincerity,
fidelty, love... and let's throw in passion

because the kids will squirm
when I read this poem
and you'll wink behind their backs.

Only you.  Forever.  Let the rose thirst
and wilt on its stem; that's what happens
with high maintenance.

Aren't you glad I'm a carnation gal?

by Margaret Bednar, June 9, 2019

I invite you to listen to me read my poem...



Linked with "Poets United - Poetry Pantry #482"

This is linked with "The Sunday Muse #59".  The prompt will remain open for a week at least.  Come over with your words and play along!  The image for the prompt is:

Photo by Carlo Pautasso

Promises

My peony buds basking in the mountain sun...

Promises

I planted eyes and a crown beneath the dirt,
watched as rain fell and suns rose and set.
Waited seasons for blooms
promising romance and fortuity
(for that's what the seed packet said).

Fragrant flowers eventually flaunted paper-like foliage
of strawberry cremes, pastels, Julia Rose;
and once upon a summer, my own Paeon arrived,
planted a kiss upon my lips, flushed my cheeks
all shades of peony pink.

Happily-ever-after sprouts peony buds
beneath my mountain's golden crown;
my love's hands calloused,  mine dirt-stained
awaiting rain, sunsets, and blooms
and lips that still like to be kissed. 

by Margaret Bednar, May 17, 2019

This is linked with "The Sunday Muse - Wednesday Muse #8 Garden Spot" and a nod to Shay & Sherry for the "I planted" idea.  "Eyes and crown" are a part of the peony bulb plant... and romance and good fortune are some of the things peony's symbolize...

A glimpse of my floral gardens...

Enough

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Enough

The moon has craters,
the Beast was disfigured,
and scabs come before healing...

Is it better to be gorgeous or angelic,
bewitching or pleasing,
dazzling or nice?

Does charming outdo helpful,
foxy trump fair,
shapely vanquish ideal?

All I know is the moon's light
soothes me, Beauty found true love,
tribulations make me stronger,

and when you laugh with me,
I'm thankful (after all these years)
fair, nice, and helpful is enough

and that you still hold my hand.

by Margaret Bednar, April 4, 2019

This is linked with the challenge "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Wordy Thursday with Wild Woman - Scars to Your Beautiful". 

Also linked with "NaPoWriMo" - National Poetry Month, a celebration of poetry which takes place each April, was introduced in 1996 and is organized by the Academy of American Poets as a way to increase awareness and appreciation of poetry in the United States. 

"February is"

February is

shades of grey and tan,
dull sage green
with etchings of black;

like a bashful beauty
wrapped within woolen coat;

or a cardinal flashing through
forest's canopy.

I take my cue,
plump pillows of grey & tan,
swipe soft-green upon lids,
slip on little black, paint lips red -

drop my robe, remind him
spring's almost here.

by Margaret Bednar, February 9, 2014

This is linked with "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Imagined by Heaven" - featuring artist Lisa Graham, HERE.   Also look her up on Facebook.

Also linked with "dVerse Poets Pub - sketchbook in-the-moment poetry" - Claudia has us looking out our window and writing what we see.

This will also be for next week's Friday Flash 55 over at Mr. Know It All's blog HERE - perfect for Valentine's Day, I think!