On The Strings Of A Heart

how is it possible
one day to love someone
enlivened with just one thought, one kiss, one moment
as if you’ve soured to the heavens
drifting on wings of angels

tomorrow arrives
effervescent beauty of yesterday’s lovetornadic_storm
metamorphic agony of today’s heartache
a tornadic storm
whipping emotions erupt
drastic climate changes annihilating
all that is tender

one wonders where the beauty goes
when love turns to hate

bemused by the fate of heartbreak
anguished by the storm
adrift on winds of inner turmoil
should one conclude
love and hate ~ same emotion
calming, sensual breeze
becomes a violet windstorm
nature takes it course
on the strings of a heart

©Dorianna 2015
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Aged Eyes

as an ancient book
leather-bound
embellished in gold
aged eyes chronicle
truth and wisdom
do you peer deeply
can you read their story

©dorianna 2014
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The Voice of Love

‘come to me’
a whisper thru the treesVoice of Love
sitting under the old oak
alone and weeping
I heard again
‘come to me’
in the leaves rustle
dried my eyes
looked up curiously
there you stood
a vision of beauty
hands outreach
a voice resonating
like a thousand
stringed instruments
‘come to me’
it was then I knew
as I ran into
your outstretched arms
it was the Voice of Love

©dorianna 2014
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No Regrets

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Agony is a Dancer

the dancer performs
spins through the air
erotic gestures
a flirtatious flair
sensual inflammation
a luring elicitation
a provocative snare drum beats pounding rhythm
to erotic bumps and grinds
pole gyrations
around she winds
hidden from the crowd
her agonizing tears
internal pain that whines shards of desolation
illusion on the dance floor
esurient menfolk
hunger for an encore
waving dollars with a dare
agony counts the minutes
dancer screams ‘no more’

©dorianna 2015

The Pearl

Haunting Guilt

her image wanders the alleys of his mind
her memory lingers in a silent scream

when the moon is blue her vision haunts
a tormenting retribution to his soul

he calls out her name in anguish
there is no answer she is gone

he cries out remorse too late 
her ears no longer hears his apology

only her haunting memory remains 
no one to give absolution to his guilt

©dorianna 2014

The Matador

courageous and bold
a story so old  
met his match
in a woman
he dared hold
blazing passion
revealed in her eyes
held his intrigue
this was his prize
 
he fought with lust
bribed with love
she gave him one night
then flew like a dove
freedom her spirit
seduced by fire
the great matador
unable to pirate
could only admire

©dorianna 2014

Rose That Survived the Storm

 

a blossoming flower ~ our rose
unfolding to embrace the sun
with scintillating emotions

hearts emanating ecstatic joy
heated bodies and warm souls
responded to embrace love

then came winter’s chill
we almost withered away
sunny skies turned to grey 
heated emotions began to cool

a bubble of hope that wouldn’t die
spark of promise for another try
warm hands reached in trust
our rose survived the storm

©dorianna 2014

Celebrate the Music of the Earth

music is alive
in the hearts of men
music-of-the-earth2-110x150in the roar that is heard
in the lion’s den

in the morning song
of the meadow lark
in the electric spark
lighting the skies
in the stormy dark

gardens may whither
man’s work may falter
music in creation
will renew celebration

the song that lives
in the soul of the earth
will never grow old
land and the seas
skies and the breeze
will sing of its recreation

©dorianna 2013 All rights reserved

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