October ~
Warms winds turn cold…
as the leaves turn a
bright gold,…
then fall.
Wind and Leaf comingle
and do a dance
under a harvest moon
while everyone sleeps.
The old magic has returned
Can you feel it?
A crackle of electricity in
the air flows, as a tingle
draws the hair
away from skin.
Breathe it in….all the dark
sins, laid dormant
come up from their slumber
for their is unrest in them
Dare you walk the night?
Things lurk you know.
Eyes open, grins wide
Waiting in the woods for
you to simply walk
on by.
Your heart feels the thrill
Its a knowing, deeper than
a dried out old well,
October, one of my best friends
has finally come home.
by Philip Wardlow 2015
They call her~
They call her autumn
because she
wraps around you
like a flurry of golden leaves
in a whirlwind
You WILL fall for her
simply because her
violent nature demands it
commands it.
A Tempest,
a wild child
which rides lightening
and flashes a grin that
fucking drives you
to your knees
Just try and stand against
the forces within her
and you will be taught
a cruel lesson about
natures full fury
once unleashed.
But autumn she is a beauty
a conundrum
a magical journey
if you be so bold to take it
Be you so bold?
To capture the surreal
and hold it close
Could you ever be so lucky?
by Philip Wardlow 2015
Far Away ~
In a distant land I travel…
new sounds, new smells, new vistas
to grab the eye…to capture the heart anew
Yet the sun is same, the heat, its glow,
The moon as it hangs like a bright bauble on a peg in the dark.
all its phases and it meanderings across the sky
the same.
This land, these people, these animals
they are not.
A new mystery, a new way of thinking to be discovered.
Yet the sand feels the same as I grab a fistful of it
and let it run on the wind.
There is an ancient history in it..
you can feel it in each grain that flies
through my fingers to be scattered
to the four corners.
Perhaps a grain will be captured on a thermal updraft,
and reach heights to carry it across the globe
to home.
To settle gently at your feet.
In silent company with you.
by Philip Wardlow 2015
Let go
Two simple words
yet as complex
a phrase as you
will ever hear
uttered
Give over
Give in
Just submit
To Life
To Me
To Change
To Everything
While opening your mind
to the darkness inside
and letting the night take you
where it will
Fear dissolves,
replaced with a surety of a soul
that has always
resided in you.
by Philip Wardlow 2015
A laugh, a smile and those sad eyes ~
It’s full
its vibrant
its like the tinkling
of a beautiful sonorous
bell which vibrates
down to the core of my soul
as I laze atop
a high grassy knoll at
midday.
Full lips, upturned into
an infectious curl of cuteness
catching a full wide grin
upon cheeks bursting with
an energy all directed at me.
Any pretty picture pales
next to the scene she sets.
I can’t swim
not into her
for she is fathomless.
Her look pulls me down,
the weight
for she wants to be seen..
Known for what she is.
Her depths are deeper than most
dark depths…of pain,,and remorse
love and loss.
Currents pull ever onward
on and on
I flow
into her
It cannot be fought
you just have to let
go and float
and flow
into her,
and her sad eyes
by Philip Wardlow 2015
Grin, grin
Cheshire cat….grin, grin.
Flashing canines…lets begin….
CHOMP!
Take a bite…I know what you like.
Little Monster…creeping my skin
Tongue flicks…oh you know what I like
Bite Bite!
Little one….oh it’s only just begun
to get real…
Eyes looking at me with intent
to kill
Eyes looking at me with passion
yet to be fulfilled
I’ll take you there my friend
I’ll take you there, just
give me a bite.
And we’ll move on from there
Just a nibble…a nom nom
To get me to come
to you and show you
some fun
Bite Bite
Chomp!
My Little one.
I know I am bait
on the deep dark blue
I paddle and wait
I splash…intentionally
I cut my calf to bleed
a bloody trail
on the currents that carry me
Never a warning given
BAM
I fly
air is my only friend for the moment
as I descend
Splash….stunned.
I know it will return…
shortly..very shortly.
For it has plunged,
deep
to rise …rise… rise
right underneath.
To finish its meal.
I can’t see, I can’t see
below into this bloody
dim sea.
But it’s there rising fast.
It’s there.
Rising to meet
me.
by Philip Wardlow 2015
A Delicate Strength~
If I called her delicate
She might well give me
a dark eyed glare
and haul off and try and hit me
Then I would laugh
and push her down
Arms restrained
She would fight
Oh yes, she would fight
Tendons taunt
against muscles she
couldn’t hope to overcome
But I feel her strength
a quiet marching strength
in her soul.
It pours off her in everything
she says and does.
But she has a delicate
nature
For her heart has been strained
Pained beyond belief at times.
Yet she hangs on
through that strength at
her core
I feel it as she struggles against me
As I smile my mischievous smile
and get her to smile along with me
in that struggle
And let her win…
by Philip Wardlow
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she writes
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Health, Reflection, and Poetry for the Journey of Life
Dating, Poetry, and More
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Where writers gather
Realise your innate perfection
poetry, fiction, and musings
Poetry
Erotic Fantasies
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Hiking with snark in the beautiful Pacific Northwest 2011 - 2013
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