Pas de Deux

Crowned with flowers his own sweet gentle dove,
on satined shoes, pease blossom peach in rosied hue.
Tresured with such a care and showered with love,
she in oystered cream frilled in powdered blue.
Gently, hands accepts his favor from satined glove
where petticoats swirled gossamer flaired in pas de deux.
From chance first meeting on the bridge by the green,
little knowing was conspired by others now unseen.

(c) Libithina 30/5/2011

Form Ottava Rima (abababcc) from @Onestoppoetry. Thankyou Gay.

In dedication to those romantics now passed, Alec, Joyce, Edward and to commemorate special anniversaries ~ Silver, Pearl, Ruby, Gold, Diamond

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Framed in Blue

If I could turn myself around
upside down hanging in the sky
and look down at me lying amongst the hard, black asphalt.
Would that make it any better,
me sky walker, cloud burster,
framed in blue,
could peep through
rather than hit the deck of solid mass.
Stepping back to 'look at the bigger picture'
with just the tiniest bit of vision,
profoundly impacting,
pounding out a different path,
radiating patterns from chaos,
symmetries fractiously knitting
together meaning, for correlation.
Tracking horizons
for key elements of harmonics,
processing frequencies
to control and stabilise
cleaning and finely tune ~
zooming out and in ~
freezing scenes ~
rotating angles, grooving seals and curves
smoothing out structures to reaffirm
participating interlacing data,
encrypting, decoding, unravelling,
discovering, valued insights ~
Spiriting in the sky ~
common ground breaking through,
travelling far in one spot,
without moving,
gazing below at high flying jets,
The world that we make is only one shot ~
Harmonics open in lush green
doorways to dimensions of portals
previously unmined and unseen ~
Wanna join the ride ~ ~

(c) Libithina

credit for photography to Scott Wydden ~ thankyou Scott ~ http://scottwyden.com/gear

featuring @Onestoppoetry

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Silence Speaks

windswept undulations
shaping formed
features steps
seemingly teetering
espied in orange crested waves.
Crimping harsh realities
but life affirmed
unravelling scenes of
vastness viewed
space and room to be blown,
to dance,
enraptured in seclusion,
lightness of touch
barely marbling sandied grains,
rapidly glimpsing shadows,
the unseen listener,
the watcher,
to what appears barren
sees life,
as not so much teems but
in changes of glorious light
shifts in moving sands,
gestures unity,
persisting,
giving a voice to the unnoticed,
averting gazed shrouded in mystique
but within his eyes he silently speaks.

(c) Libithina

Images kind permission of Rosa Frei
featuring @One Stop Poetry