HibernationLetters (inspiration)

HibernationLetters 28

I have been writing for so long that yesterday I didn't want to anymore.
While going through my sister's FB page I found this beautiful picture and thought about you first all over again.
I realised it's not over, not just yet!
So here I am with this poetry and a mesmerizing view, only for you.

Can we start afresh?
From the day we first met
to the midnight conversations.
This time not pretending
but being ourselves.
Not talking too much either but
staring into depth of each other.
I let you be the way you like
and you treating me just right.
Your fingers run down my spine
pulling me closer in no time.
I lock myself around your waist
caressing your skin with my lips.
You strongly arm me to the wall
moves rhyming, song down the hall.
And when finally the sweet nectar
is mixed with some salts, our souls
connect through an art reborn.

Hope you have a delightful weekend!
Auldrin

P.S. The picture is taken in Kauai, Hawaii and you see a couple sitting, that's my brother and his wife. He set a camera on a tripod with a timer and this master piece was born. Amazing isn't it?❤

Poetry

Poetry. It has been occupying a lot of my mind lately. I wanted to build a page just for my poems, which I finally did (breathholdingspells.wordpress.com) because maybe getting published is actually a dream somewhere buried in my heart. But some dreams are beautiful as it is.
This time it's more, I've realised the words really float in our subconscious mind waiting for a trigger either audio or visual or even sensory and then the notes begin. Like a song where the music still plays when the lyrics aren't being sung.
This time it's about originality, anything and everything I think I write, I design, I draw and I take pictures of every subtle thing for it was bold enough to catch my attention. Like a fallen flower after its full bloom looks so serene. Like the smooth crispy pencil sharpenings still twisted into a perfect flower. Like an old peacock feather once kept in my diary now torn and out of shape yet only its memories afresh. Like a newly grown interest in calligraphy which makes it harder to separate from writing now.
It is just a wordplay and I take pride in it. In the world where people play with each other's emotions, feelings, I chose to play with the words. I might pick them from mid-sentences, I may even leave them incomplete but I will let you perceive its meaning in your own satisfying way.
Some may have an advanced language touch, some may be a part of your daily conversations and some may sound just like usual words. Just remember they are powerful, if not to you but to someone. Ohh not necessarily me, for there are people hungry enough, craving for love, that they might just need them.

So let's see how far it takes thee cause the love for poetry shall never die in me.

Happy reading folks!

©Auldrin❤