The Whistling Thorn

The Whistling Thorn

As the western horizon touched her bosom to the red sun,

I believed they had a much more sensation,

A sensation than they habitually showed

And of much greater capacities than they ever developed.

My shrill,  breathy sounds

Gentle in the whispers of winds

This time,  prodded unusual enchatments

In my umbrella-bower of harmonizations

. .. Gazing at either's living eyes

With felicity crowning their faces

They sunk into a sweet forgetness

And clasped either's soft lips

In an affection and a love they told always

And rekindled a burning incense of their hearts

Saddie Smiles

@2016

HOPE

HOPE

I follow my own fiery traces through the night

Guided by the dictates of my conscience

- Prodded in sessions of sweet silent thought -

I take bold steps with enough patience

Sure of two things like a knight;

Victory or cessation of my existence

What is to come is still unsure

But all these I still endure

In my mind's keening

Until I feel the world’s a heaven

When the journey ends

With one more abounding hope

Even In the shadow of a tomb

Saddie

@2016 TM

BY THE DAM

SONNET 

BY THE DAM

The beautiful ripples

On the greenly banked dam

Rippled in my heart

Echoing its fast beats

In the dance of the beautiful bloom

Of the flowery peeping weedy flat

Causing it immortal nostalgic warts:

Once upon a time with no ripples

Two hearts sat beside the dam; warm

One with an icy silhouette

And the other with live love beats

Alas! The ice melted at temperatures climb

And love was betrayed to rot

By the dam; where all was sparked; now; ripples lasts

Sadique @2016

THE TRUE MINDS

THE TRUE MINDS

I made the slow weary dragging’s

In the wild sea of thickets

And never stood aloof at the impediments

Striving tooth and nail

In strange infatuation of hopeless toil

With the sparks of life dying within my dark soul

Hunting for love; in the betrayal jungle

And I thought; love is no love

Nudging, wriggling and wedging

Holding onto my inflexible path

I discovered; love is love

At the meeting of the true minds

Sunken bottomless into either’s hearts

Despite their a million differences

They choose to be one; an impulse in either’s veins

With straightforwardness in bewildered worlds

Day after day; writhing through the shades

To define love; a love of the true minds

@ 2016

Saddie Smiles