Love Winks

love, nature, relationships, anticipation, changes, rituals; whatever you think

Love Winks

Every morning I walk the edge of the woods,

The rising shining sun winks at me passing behind trees,

We play our game as a ritual or a prayer,

We love our hellos and goodbyes,

Awaiting morning’s glaring flares,

Love is everywhere and nowhere.

 

Playing hide and seek,

I will find you, will you blink a wink?

 

I have become an insomniac, anticipating attention,

but like a train,

I can change my tracks.

To find you wherever you may go,

The roaring whistle of love loudly blows.

Author's Note

Just wrote this morning as I walked with my dog by the forest behind our home. Any suggestions are always welcome. Hope it's alright! Thank you for reading, I so appreciate it. Special thanks to Ana Sophia, she looked it over, gave me the courage to post it. Thanks.

Reviews

[cimmy wuv xxxooo]

Loved this one to.
Your rhyming is so great, it seems like it comes naturally doesn't feel forced, which is great.
This seems pretty romantic again, I love a bit of romance :)
but like a TRAIN,
I can change my tracks.
Really liked that part fr some reason, just thought it was cleaver.
Great write :)

[wordman]

well I do believe I see a hint of the makings of a love poem

[Confuser]

Thank you for reading. You know I hate even trying that stuff.

[wordman]

you are welcome my friend

[Confuser]

worman, hear Val Kilmore's voice in Tombstone, love the movie with him; his part. the dialogue and his acting is phenomenal. You are so welcome too. If you've sent me a request I'll get to it. Got requests from Emily, helping hearts, new people, so I've been trying to read; people helped me, so I must reciprocate. Talk at you soon I hope

[wordman]

I like him too,i`ll be your huckleberry I just thought you was mad at me you was avoiding me

[Confuser]

It went off!!! I wanted to see the ending and Glen said it went off. Then he was watching John Wayne; he said you do poetry, I control this TV, so I shut up and ate his delicious chicken and squash with bacon/onion. No avoiding. Just trying to catch up. Did you send me a request? I haven't read many today. Emily sent an email for helping hands with new people and asked for people to read. I'm about to crash. Hope we'll talk later wordman. I'll get to any poetry of your early am, I promise!! Dale

[wordman]

no dale not today,just in general it seems you was avoiding me after I mentioned a colab
you are a good friend I was concerned you sent rr and I read and commented but you didn`t respond and that's not like you

[Onyia-Ali, Kingsley Chu..]

You miggled nature and lov together, the product of tenderness, feelings, and nature's clarion call. Your last stanzas carries the weight of this poem. Love is not only found in humanity, nature is a product of love, and has inspired billions of writers. Well done.

[Confuser]

You are so kind. Onyia-ota, I love nature. My home is in a forest; loads of snakes, but other beautiful creatures. Thank you so much for reading.

[Onyia-Ali, Kingsley Chukwuebuka Benson]

You're welcome.

[Eagergreen]

Honestly I would skip the daytime if I could all the magik happens in the twilights, midnights, and dawns quite frankly this poem reminds me of myself I would wake up early in the morning in the dew stained world and walk through the trees watching the morning sun filter through. It's been a long time since I've thought that memory thank you for refreshing it

[Confuser]

So, so kind of you...I love walking in the woods. You review sounds like poetry to me. Thank you!

[Matching Socks]

This is gorgeous Dale! You nailed the title.
Beautiful poem with a playful charm.
You've described a very inspiring morning.