whisps of memory,
some fading like mist in the morning sun yet some shining bright for all eternity.
the sound of laughter that echos down hallways,
and permeates a house with it's joyfulness.
the feeling of comfort and of belonging,
that will never fade away.
the smell of perfume mingling with cologne,
an imprint of the lives lived forever kept in our minds.
the look of love,
that will softly rest upon each heart it falls upon.
......
Light streams in through the tree tops
I feel the rough bark under my hands
As I sit next to you and listen to the quiet
Your fingers are long, like a musician’s
Carefully working to free fragile wings from the silk entrapping them
I’d looked at your hands as graceful
I’d looked at your eyes, sorrowful but still with a glint
And as you saved one small life
I never knew The damage that you would do to another
......
"do you think we're friends in every universe?"
i think sometimes
you're an unexpected present in June,
the gift of consideration outside of birthdays.
sometimes i'm gratitude, a full heart
thanking the heavens for you.
sometimes i’m the white-washed face of God
in someone's painting,
......
These are love poems by Michael R. Burch, many of them written for his wife Beth, the former Elizabeth Steed Harris, although some are fictional or written about other people...
Preposterous Eros
by Michael R. Burch
“Preposterous Eros” – Patricia Falanga
Preposterous Eros shot me in
......
Brush—
the graze of your arm,
with intention and love,
woven into a subtle kiss on my shoulder with every stride—
side by side.
Your smile—
how gentle!
Gleaming brighter than the sun.
Warming my heart far greater than heat on my skin in the midst of Tennessee summer.
......
whisps of memory,
some fading like mist in the morning sun yet some shining bright for all eternity.
the sound of laughter that echos down hallways,
and permeates a house with it's joyfulness.
the feeling of comfort and of belonging,
that will never fade away.
the smell of perfume mingling with cologne,
an imprint of the lives lived forever kept in our minds.
the look of love,
that will softly rest upon each heart it falls upon.
......
Light streams in through the tree tops
I feel the rough bark under my hands
As I sit next to you and listen to the quiet
Your fingers are long, like a musician’s
Carefully working to free fragile wings from the silk entrapping them
I’d looked at your hands as graceful
I’d looked at your eyes, sorrowful but still with a glint
And as you saved one small life
I never knew The damage that you would do to another
......
Many who enter our lives
pass through without leaving a mark.
They may have once been important,
you may have even loved them,
but once gone, they’re gone.
But there are others who,
when they’re gone, for whatever reason,
create a wound.
It’s as if a piece of the puzzle
that was you has been taken.
......
There’s a word
for the scent the earth gives
after it’s been broken open
by rain.
Petrichor.
The sound alone
feels like a secret slipping into my palms—
something beautiful
that arrives after a storm
......
I need you,
She whispers. She smiles.
I need you,
But don’t you take it for weakness!
I need you because I choose to need you now!
I’m here, he says. Right by your side.
Your strong iridescent unquenchable light,
how could I see it any less but a precious delight?
In which I am basking and ready to die!
Don’t do that! she pleads.
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