To Echo the Music of the Sea.


I will learn to fly
as ocean tide swallows the night
a glow of light brightens the horizon.

I will seek the day among opening
clouds, to find the freedom of the skies
in radiant hues my wings will shine
sparkling among the colors of dawn.

I shall spread in circles, feel the rain
breathe anew the mountain air
seek in the moment the transition
of life and death, as a melody
echoes the music of the sea.


@ PC
 

Only Pieces
 

there is little here
to see or hear
small steps on sand
spring flowers here and there,
a toy left behind a white rock
the sound of laughter,
the song of seagulls.

As the sun fades
in the horizon.
Only pieces remain
like memories
left behind
only pieces.
End
 

@ PC

 Waves

Waves ripple in her eyes,
a boat drifts,
her body sways with the breeze,
beauty coming, beauty gone,
the senses take refuge
in the sunset ,
where the day ends.
 

end

@ PC

~~~~

Babbling down
water falls into a brook
where silence lapses as a dream.
Idle the wind whispers
spring ...
renounce, remove, rebirth.
You breathe the air
as a mysterious tale,
where wings borrow
the sun's glow
to reflect life in calm waters.

end
@PC.


~~~~~
 

As I Read

.
Sky darkens
cells are dying.
In the skylight above,
winter grows duller,
darker.
.
My fingers trace your words,
as your words touched many
hearts. My heart beats, eyes
look at paper that moves,
moves with thoughts, memories
.
Beloved poet, in your world
I am adrift, consumed
by images long-embedded,
half-contained, ready to evoke
a myriad of controversy.
.
My eyes see your world,
my ears hear your music,
I sense and feel
your power.
.
from my window, with a
book in my hands
woven in romantic appeal,
I perceive the last glimmer
of the day..

@PC
 

Violet Mist

~
Teach me
sweet thoughts
by rain awaken violets
when warm winds
bring the scent
of spring to my lips.
~
Teach me
how it is to love
to wait
to forgive
when winged thieves
left in you the bitter
taste of defeat
~
Teach me of
soothing melodies
caressing my skin
and flavored fruits
captivating desire.
~
Guide me, when light
fades and I am lost
let your lips still breathe
if only to reach mine
and teach me
how to live again.
~~~~~
@PC

Untitled

Wind croons through the woods
with your style, your voice
melancholy in the movement
of tree branches against
the drowning of the sun
in the horizon.
~

Someone listens your song
searching in its melody
peace, loving in return
your warm lips,
as flint sparkles in the blue pool of her eyes.

@PC

Magic Moon

Tonight as the stars
twinkle from afar
we move in waves
suspended in the breeze,
tropical flavor of a tequila sunrise. Tonight
holding hands, we walk,
we laugh, we dance.

The moon with long arms and tiny fingers
scoops water, splashes
its magic on the beach. She plays, she fades
she hides beyond the ocean, free.
by Patricia Cotton

Get Me Out

out of here
out of the darkness
where I am
I sigh aloud, with no illusion
without comfort
I yearn for that magical world
and the moments I extracted
from the past, the red, blue, white and
green fireworks,
that filled the night with a rainbow
of creative light.
I miss the flowers you brought to my life.
Get me out of here
before I toss to the past
memories I kept aside..


@PC

 The lane to the old house,
familiar to my eyes remains
in place. Old words, old songs
intensify as I walk by, memories
stroll with me. I have seen
these messengers before, they come
when the light fades in the sky, before a veil
of darkness covers my path.

        @PC

Dreams of Childhood

As I close my eyes, I can see
medieval walls covered by ivy
a garden surrounded by gates.

Maurice loved the scenery. When he played
alone, he sang to himself
about fairies and dragons. I watched him
dancing and galloping on an imaginary horse.
At times we played together and hid
from the neighbors when we saw them near.

at twilight, we shared stories. He called for a
a woman who lived in the shadows,
searching for children, who were
lost or in fear.  I spoke of a couple
who ended their story when burden
struck their troubled existence.

I can see now the facade of the house
the multiple meanings we gave to its
paths, the flowers, the trees, the seasons
and joys, they were all part of the house, our
dreams of childhood.
        
@PC
 

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Patricia Cotton