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Petals of Starlight - Poetry
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by Bobbi Sinha-Morey
"I've been enjoying Bobbi Sinha-Morey's poetry for years, finding it intelligent, heartfelt, and at times amazing. Some of her recent poems deal with the death of family members and her saddened heart. But nature and myth still play a big roll in her writing. One becomes enchanted reading her poems, the mind transported to another realm, sorrow temporarily left behind."-- G. O. Clark
An eclectic collection of new-age and romantic poetry by the author of WHITE TEA, SONGS OF A SORCERESS, and MARIGOLDS IN THE SNOW, among others.
ISBN 1-59431-864-6 POETRY, New Age, Romantic
Also available in RTF and HTML formats.
Waking Before Dawn
In the neglected garden
of your backyard a pale
rose is all alone standing
in its brightness like you
do on your own waking
before dawn to drink in
the day''s sweetness.
Let it wrap itself around
you and, in the unhurried
steps as you rise from your
bed, know the many faces
of your home and the years
since I''ve known you,
the revelation of youth
setting your soul on fire.
My feelings for you won''t
ever go. Look past your
history of blisters that
are lost somewhere in
the pages we forgot.
Why wait for anything
better when the sun
slowly appears? Let me
find the tiny light inside
you, let it shine like a bird
in your winged hands.
Stained Glass Birds
Stained glass birds
lay broken in my
dreams and I waken
to gaze at the
transparent September sky
through the cold eyes
of my home wondering
where you''ve been.
A hurried prayer escapes
my tongue and I tell
myself surely you can
never stay hidden from
me. The last time I saw
you it was a late winter
night and since then
I''ve been waiting in
loneliness, but the phone
never rings. A gilded
butterfly once stroked
my ear and, fleetingly,
the memory of you
flickers. My breath is
no lighter than a moth''s
wings, its silent motion
stilled when by chance
I hear you speak.
When Daylight Ends
When daylight ends
the sound of rain
falling over orchids
begins to cease and
I try holding the wind
in my hands, but it
flew past me. So many
words left mute on my
tongue now that you''re
gone, and in the shadow-
less doorway of my home
I feel all alone. Not even
the unclouded skies can
alleviate my spirits nor
can my tears hide what
I feel inside. The hushed
streets only give me a
fleeting peace and in my
solace I watch the flicker
of a maple''s yellowing
leaves. Every day you
invade my thoughts
and autumn''s midst
comes reminding me
of the months that have
past and what I''ve lost.
"I've been enjoying Bobbi Sinha-Morey's poetry for years, finding it intelligent, heartfelt, and at times amazing. Some of her recent poems deal with the death of family members and her saddened heart. But nature and myth still play a big roll in her writing. One becomes enchanted reading her poems, the mind transported to another realm, sorrow temporarily left behind."-- G. O. Clark
An eclectic collection of new-age and romantic poetry by the author of WHITE TEA, SONGS OF A SORCERESS, and MARIGOLDS IN THE SNOW, among others.
ISBN 1-59431-864-6 POETRY, New Age, Romantic
Also available in RTF and HTML formats.
Waking Before Dawn
In the neglected garden
of your backyard a pale
rose is all alone standing
in its brightness like you
do on your own waking
before dawn to drink in
the day''s sweetness.
Let it wrap itself around
you and, in the unhurried
steps as you rise from your
bed, know the many faces
of your home and the years
since I''ve known you,
the revelation of youth
setting your soul on fire.
My feelings for you won''t
ever go. Look past your
history of blisters that
are lost somewhere in
the pages we forgot.
Why wait for anything
better when the sun
slowly appears? Let me
find the tiny light inside
you, let it shine like a bird
in your winged hands.
Stained Glass Birds
Stained glass birds
lay broken in my
dreams and I waken
to gaze at the
transparent September sky
through the cold eyes
of my home wondering
where you''ve been.
A hurried prayer escapes
my tongue and I tell
myself surely you can
never stay hidden from
me. The last time I saw
you it was a late winter
night and since then
I''ve been waiting in
loneliness, but the phone
never rings. A gilded
butterfly once stroked
my ear and, fleetingly,
the memory of you
flickers. My breath is
no lighter than a moth''s
wings, its silent motion
stilled when by chance
I hear you speak.
When Daylight Ends
When daylight ends
the sound of rain
falling over orchids
begins to cease and
I try holding the wind
in my hands, but it
flew past me. So many
words left mute on my
tongue now that you''re
gone, and in the shadow-
less doorway of my home
I feel all alone. Not even
the unclouded skies can
alleviate my spirits nor
can my tears hide what
I feel inside. The hushed
streets only give me a
fleeting peace and in my
solace I watch the flicker
of a maple''s yellowing
leaves. Every day you
invade my thoughts
and autumn''s midst
comes reminding me
of the months that have
past and what I''ve lost.
