Love
Fiery, breathless
Waiting, writing, whispering
Joyfulness of heart—Full heart of empty ache
Mourning, writing, sleeping
Breathless, endless
Loss
©Bennetta Faire, 2013
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Love
Fiery, breathless
Waiting, writing, whispering
Joyfulness of heart—Full heart of empty ache
Mourning, writing, sleeping
Breathless, endless
Loss
©Bennetta Faire, 2013
I know a round cook and baker–
She’s good of heart, no mere faker.
What she makes, she gives away–
Loves to bless people’s day
(Else, she’d be huge as a half-acre).
©Bennetta Faire, 2013
Sheepish, Leaving Moon—
You cast a half-smile to me,
Over your shoulder.
How flirtatious you’ve become—
Now that compromise we’ve won!
©Bennetta Faire, 2013
Poetry challenge: Limerick.
There’s a fine Belfast gent, name of Harry,
Whose grand invite, at first, made me wary–
But I conquered my dribbles,
Put ink to paper, penned scribbles–
Now I’m named with his Corner, legendary.
©Bennetta Faire, 2013
Poetry challenge: Limerick.
The Temptress, a bit of a loon,
Was stunning and made strong men swoon.
They all kept close eye
On gold orb in night sky–
Lest she turn monster-y by Full Moon.
©Bennetta Faire, 2013
Poetry challenge: Limerick.
There once was a poet so stoked—
And not from a substance she smoked.
No, it was prayer power–
She sought God each hour,
Lest she find her talent revoked.
©Bennetta Faire, 2012
(A Villanelle)
She was ne’er ablaze, neither mere flash of prism’s light—
Within her depths, burned darkest smoldering fire.
Anguished heart—pure love and passion would endless fight.
She’d dance for all to watch throughout the night—
And the soldiers, sabers resting, offered coin to hire.
She was ne’er ablaze, neither mere flash of prism’s light.