Sentimental is when I look at photos
Of the past where everyone is meaningful
With tenderness and love, our story in prose
It’s when I keep the son’s first shoes and I mull
All his toys in boxes and his room like shrine
When he comes back to visit, he’ll be able
With Him Indoors, we remember our first dine
Thirty years ago but seem like yesterday
The food, the music and everything was fine
He was romantic, he gave me a bouquet
Life is wonderful and we’re here to stay
(c) ladyleemanila 2016
For: OBW 163 ~ Romantic, Our World: September is here! . Also for: Little red barn
Romance, who loves to nod and sing
With drowsy head and folded wing
Among the green leaves as they shake
Far down within some shadowy lake,
To me a painted paroquet
Hath been—most familiar bird—
Taught me my alphabet to say,
To lisp my very earliest word
While in the wild wood I did lie,
A child—with a most knowing eye.
Of late, eternal condor years
So shake the very Heaven on high
With tumult as they thunder by,
I have no time for idle cares
Through gazing on the unquiet sky;
And when an hour with calmer wings
Its down upon my spirit flings,
That little time with lyre and rhyme
To while away—forbidden things—
My heart would feel to be a crime
Unless it trembled with the strings.
For: Nurt Thurs – Monkeys
A Lune is a sort of English-language haiku. While the haiku is a three-line poem with a 5-7-5 syllable count, the lune is a three-line poem with a 5-3-5 syllable count. There’s also a variant based on word-count, instead of syllable count, where the poem still has three lines, but the first line has five words, the second line has three words, and the third line has five words again. Either kind will do, and you can write a one-lune poem, or write a poem consisting of multiple stanzas of lunes. Happy writing!
how do I love you?
in many ways
I dreamed what you dreamed
love is powerful and intense
beautiful and messy
it turns me inside out
when we breathe same air
when it’s magical
two hearts become one soul
(c) ladyleemanila 2016
For: two weeks into NaPoWriMo and Labour of Love
Is there humour in love?
I just have to ask
Of course, there is
Otherwise, what else is there?
If we cannot laugh together
To the simple things we have
Then why take things seriously?
Laughter is the best medicine
Ask your doctor, he’ll verify
For when I first met you
You made me laugh
Are there reasons in love?
What kind of reasons?
Of why we love each other?
That’s always a mystery
Like two opposite poles
They attract each other
Two different cultures
Different races & likes
They don’t matter much
Two hearts, one soul
That’s the vital thing
I love you for all these
The flowers you plant for me
The meal you cook for me
The places we see together
The experiences we share
The little fights, the make-ups
The arguments, the debates
You’re keeping me on my toes
Of what is important in life
For: Weekly Challenge: Romance