Roses beneath a Picasso

This hidden hunger
is my taste for you,

Your voice
rich and sweet,
somewhat sad
in a moment unaware,

How busy you are,
Your tiredness
permeates my bones.

As I lock the day away
at sunset,
ruby fingered rain
taps a melancholy song
on my window,

Twilight falls in whispers,
Come, let’s dream.

17 thoughts on “Roses beneath a Picasso

  1. Reblogged this on Seasons Poetry and commented:
    I know Sarah from WordPress and the Peaceful Pub ( a poetry forum) and she will always amaze me with her beautiful written poetry. She is a very kind and lovely friend , so I would be very pleased when you will visit and read her gorgeous poetry! Thank you!

    1. HI ‘journey’,

      thank you for stopping by and for your kind response.

      As for that leafing, I will have to add this one to The Peaceful Pub’s upcoming anthology and then leafing will fit just fine. : )


  2. LadyBlueRose's Thoughts Into Words

    what a beautiful thought to think over my coffee…
    Thank you …and Thank you Francina for pointing the direction out
    Take Care…You Matter…

  3. Aquileana,

    I am so sorry to be slow to thank you for your kind words.
    They mean a great deal to me.
    Thank you for spending time here. I hope you will do that


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