(In Quintet)
Yes, he came with anticipation glee,
And my profile matches his yearning plea;
For love wrapped up somewhere in Tennessee;
In the packaged smile and mail he sent me;This flicker of hope surely holds the key.
So I’m hooked my heart spins on a platter;
Like bees to honey and birdies’ chatter;
Those messages posted really matter;
Signalled my heart to go pitter patter;I searched relentlessly for the attar.
Love dust shines with great hospitality;
It comes to heart with much formality;
Could this dreaming be my reality!
Roses received brought much vitality;And the written words, the totality.
Reflected thoughts from looking gems convey,
Messages of love that grows every day;
Reaches me as I stand here on the bay;
So come to me sweet one without delay,On the wings of love there is where we stay.
On this bough I’ll hang around in this heat,
And take lots of pictures for you to greet;
As I savor the moments when we meet;
I can’t stop this feeling of so upbeat;
In this dream, we go strolling down the street.
©Paterika Hengreaves
July 2003/Barbados
Yes, he came with anticipation glee,
And my profile matches his yearning plea;
For love wrapped up somewhere in Tennessee;
In the packaged smile and mail he sent me;This flicker of hope surely holds the key.
So I’m hooked my heart spins on a platter;
Like bees to honey and birdies’ chatter;
Those messages posted really matter;
Signalled my heart to go pitter patter;I searched relentlessly for the attar.
Love dust shines with great hospitality;
It comes to heart with much formality;
Could this dreaming be my reality!
Roses received brought much vitality;And the written words, the totality.
Reflected thoughts from looking gems convey,
Messages of love that grows every day;
Reaches me as I stand here on the bay;
So come to me sweet one without delay,On the wings of love there is where we stay.
On this bough I’ll hang around in this heat,
And take lots of pictures for you to greet;
As I savor the moments when we meet;
I can’t stop this feeling of so upbeat;
In this dream, we go strolling down the street.
©Paterika Hengreaves
July 2003/Barbados
Kia Ora
ReplyDeleteThat poem flowed like whipped cream spilling on velvet.
The variety and depth of your poetry impresses me.
I am in a vortex at the moment with little time. Northern Indonesia last week, Singapore and Geneva next week,
Warm regards
Bob
Kia ora Bob
ReplyDeleteIn a vortex! No worry there you can manage that with your mountaineering skills and new legs,and much more, you are well equipped in every way. I'm so excited that you are back at work helping others less fortunate. Take lots of pictures of those countries on your itinerary for me to see, if you have the time. You are ever in my prayers. Thank you for your visit greatly appreciated.
Cheers
Paterika
Dear Paterika
ReplyDeleteWe are celebrating the Chinese New Year today. At mignight the sky was ablaze with the flashes of fireworks. Today, all the Chinese people inour building are dressed so beautifully and the children sqeaking with joy. It is such a wondrous day.
The vortex is manageable and the business will drop off next weekend when I explore again the hills around Geneva.
I enjoy your poetry so much that it is like a balm at times.
I appreciate you keeping me in your prayers. I need them.
Warm wishes
Bob