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1-**  Wood
The tender shoots emerge, unfurling slowly,
A vibrant tapestry against the soft earth.
Raindrops cling like tiny, glistening jewels,
Reflecting the nascent light of early spring.
Within these Whispers of the Green, my heart resides,
A quiet yearning mirroring nature's gentle push.
Each unfurling leaf, a breath of hopeful air,
Carries the unspoken longing I feel for you.
The world awakens, and my thoughts drift your way.

The breeze stirs softly through the budding trees,
A rustling murmur like secrets being shared.
Birdsong weaves a delicate, airy melody,
Filling the spaces with vibrant, fleeting sound.
And in these Whispers of the Green, I hear your absence,
A subtle silence where your voice should be.
The vibrant life around me feels incomplete,
Until your presence graces this verdant scene.

The garden path, still damp from the night's rain,
Winds through the burgeoning life in quiet grace.
Each new bloom a fragile, hopeful offering,
A testament to nature's patient, steady hand.
Yet in these Whispers of the Green, a deeper echo sounds,
A longing for your footsteps beside my own.
The beauty of the spring only sharpens the void,
A quiet solitude amidst the vibrant growth.

The sky above, a canvas of pale, hopeful blue,
Stretches endlessly, a boundless, open space.
Clouds drift lazily, like thoughts unburdened,
Across the vastness of the awakening day.
These gentle Whispers of the Green carry my desire,
A silent message on the soft and fragrant air.
The spring unfolds, a promise of sweet return,
And in its verdant heart, my longing waits.
Project Title: Elements of the Heart
Volume 1: Wood (木) - Growth and Renewal
Poem #1-**
See collection for description.
The year breathes awake,
like the first blush of April.
A tenderness unfurls, slow and deliberate,
mirroring the hesitant green on the branches.
My heart, a landscape softened by spring rain,
finds its echo in your quiet strength.
A love less like a sudden storm,
more like the persistent warmth that coaxes life.

The distance between us, a winter frost receding,
leaving the ground fertile for something new.
Our entwining is not a sudden grasp,
but the gradual weaving of vines reaching for sunlight.
In the unfurling of each leaf, I see a promise,
a resilience reflected in your gaze.
This bond, not brittle, but flexible and deep-rooted,
like the enduring heartwood beneath the blossom.

Each petal that drifts down, a silent offering,
carries a piece of my being, a whispered devotion.
The air itself hums with a gentle longing,
a melody only my soul recognizes as your name.
I trace the delicate veins of a new leaf,
and find there the intricate map of my affection.
This is not a fleeting infatuation,
but a rooted yearning that stretches towards you.

The breeze carries not just air, but my unspoken words,
a soft sigh that journeys across miles.
My heart beats a rhythm that only finds completion
in the imagined cadence of your own.
Until the moment our paths converge again,
I find solace in the enduring promise of spring,
a quiet certainty that this love, like the season's return,
will meet its fullness under a shared sky.
I haven't written in a while.
3-** Earth
The gentle breeze, a murmur soft and deep,
Where loving truths, within his spirit sleep.
A fertile scent, that soothes his troubled mind,
"Follow your heart," her guidance he will find.
The rooted earth, a mirror to his soul,
Where steady growth, will make his spirit whole.
The valley's peace, a map upon his dream,
To guide his steps, where loving virtues gleam.

The Earthen Whisper's Hold, a secret, warm and deep,
"I am the secret in your heart," where gentle shadows sleep.
The earth's embrace, a comfort that endures,
Where love has cleared, the path to her secures.
The summer's breath, a nurturing, soft and kind,
To build a home, where peace he'll always find.
Her whispered words, a promise to be near,
To banish sorrow, and dispel all fear.

The fertile ground, where gentle seeds take root,
Now blossoms forth, her loving absolute.
The ancient stones, of wisdom's steady art,
To build a haven, that will not depart.
The flowing stream, that carries her sweet sound,
Where love's true essence, can at last be found.
Her gentle voice, a promise to embrace,
"Follow your heart," and find her loving space.

The Earthen Whisper's Hold, a beacon in the day,
"I am the secret in your heart," a guiding, loving way.
The earth's soft touch, a comfort and a grace,
To lead him home, to her embracing space.
The dawn arrives, a golden, hopeful hue,
That melts the frost, and makes his spirit new.
Her loving gaze, a promise to be true,
To find his soul, and make his spirit new.
Project Title: Elements of the Heart
Volume 3: Earth (土) - Stability and Connection
Poem #3-**
See collection for description.
The night's deep well, where Whispers of a Silent Heart reside,
On silken winds, a phantom dance, where secrets softly glide.
My silent heart, a jade-clasped box, each thrum a muted strain,
Time, like thick honey, slowly drips, a sorrow's gentle rain.

Shadows on papered walls now bloom, with memories' faint trace,
Lost dreams, like plum blossoms, swept from a forgotten vase.
A single star, through clouded panes, a fragile hope's thin gleam,
While the world, in breathless hush, awaits the dawn's first beam.

A sigh, like rustling bamboo leaves, stirs tender thoughts anew,
Wrapped in the warmth of solitude, where only truths accrue.
The heart, a silkworm's hidden thread, its softest sighs impart,
Whispers of a Silent Heart, a world held deep apart.

In quietude, a lotus pool, where unseen depths unfold,
A universe of solitude, in stories yet untold.
My painted brow, a furrowed line, reflects the moon's pale light,
Whispers of a Silent Heart, alone in fading night.
Jiǔzhài Xīnyǔ

Shānsè kōngméng suǒ bì hú,
Fēipù yín liàn wǔ yún qú.
Dié cǎi yáochí yìng tiānjìng,
Qīngliú wǎnzhuǎn sù shǔ dū.

Qiūfēng rǎn lín fēngyè chì,
Dōngxuě fù lǐng yù qióng zhī.
Sìjì lúnhuí jiē shì huà,
Xīn suí liúshuǐ jì xiāngsī.

Céng yì qiāng gē rào cuì gǔ,
Jīnzhāo mènglǐ fǎng yōudú.
Xì tīng Jiǔzhài xīnyǔ sù,
Yī lǚ xiāngchóu rù fèifǔ.

Whispers of Jiǔzhàigōu

Mountain hues, misty, lock jade lakes deep,
Flying waterfalls, silver silk, cloud pathways sweep.
Layered, colorful pools, heaven's mirror gleam,
Clear streams, winding, Chengdu's tales they seem.

Autumn winds paint forests, maple leaves burn red,
Winter snow covers peaks, jade tapestry spread.
Four seasons turn, each a painted scene,
Heart follows flowing water, longing, serene.

Once, Qiang songs echoed in emerald valleys,
Today, in dreams, I seek its lonely alleys.
Listening closely to Jiǔzhàigōu's whispers,
A strand of homesickness, in my heart, I hold.
My sencond poem, written in Li QingZhao's ci poetry 5-7-5-9 rhythm and style.
I spent a lot of time in the Jiuzhai Valley.... absorbing the culture, and visiting the National Park.  I encourage you to visit https://en.jiuzhai.com/ learn of this magical natural wonder of this park.
Dawn breaks, too early, a hollow sound,
My sleep undone, on restless ground.
Your absence echoes, a constant ache,
Each waking moment, for your sake.

I tried to push, to feel the cold,
Of silence given, a story told.
But fear outweighs, a lonely dread,
That you are lost, words left unsaid.

Your Whispered Truths, I hold them tight,
Against the shadows of the night.
My mind spins tales, of what might be,
Then trust prevails, you'll come to me.

Our pasts entwined, a fragile grace,
A bond we formed, in time and space.
A reason hides, behind the veil,
Let not that reason, make us fail.

You are my world, my beating core,
Without your light, I'm nothing more.
A fading breath, a darkened sky,
A broken heart, where dreams all die.

I seek to lift, to bring you cheer,
But distance breeds, a rising fear.
My words descend, to somber tone,
A heavy weight, I bear alone.

My love persists, a burning flame,
This ride we share, beyond all blame.
First touch, first kiss, a future bright,
Awaits us still, in morning's light.

I'll wait, I'll write, I'll hold you near,
Until you speak, and banish fear.
Please, let me know, what holds you fast,
Let this dark silence, be the last.

Each day a letter, sent with care,
A silent plea, upon the air.
If you desire, I'll walk away,
Just speak the word, and end this day.
Ebony and ivory.
Intermixed clefs.
A landscape of sound.
Not paint, but vibration.
Stories woven in air.

Imagination ignited.
Tales spun from silence.
Love, a melody repeated.
Swooning, a chord held long.

Emotions, a full spectrum.
Darkness, a low rumble.
Light, a high trill.
Hard, a percussive strike.
Soft, a gentle sustain.

Symphonies, vast and sprawling.
Rhapsodies, wild and free.
Logic, a precise sequence.
Mathematics, a hidden structure.

A language without words.
Universal, no translation needed.
Across every boundary.
No wall can hold it back.

Species, all ears attuned.
Culture, a shared experience.
A resonance that binds us.
A bridge built of notes.

Eighty-eight keys.
Eighty-eight possibilities.
Each a doorway.
Each a journey.

From the quietest whisper.
To the loudest roar.
A universe contained.
In the space between.

A heartbeat in rhythm.
A breath in harmony.
The soul expressed.
Pure, unadulterated.

No need for explanation.
No need for justification.
Just the sound.
And the feeling it evokes.

A timeless current.
Flowing through us all.
A language of the heart.
Eighty-eight keys, infinite feeling.
Found myself listening to Jordan Critz.... specifically "Starry Night" and "Novella"  
Music can inspire just as much as lyrics, poems, paintings, or nature.  They inspire feelings, emotional upheavals, joy, imagination, and can touch everyone a different way.
So, I present for your consumption - Eighty-Eight
a chipped porcelain doll
on a velvet swing
(one eye staring blankly
at the chandelier dust)


a whispered promise
in a room full of smoke
and cheap perfume
(a hand clutching a wilted rose)

chalk outlines of angels
on a dance floor sticky
with spilled champagne
(laughter echoing hollowly
like a broken metronome)


a bride in black lace
a groom with eyes like ice
(a ceremony performed
by a marionette priest)


the ***** wheezes a dirge
masquerading as a love song
(a chorus of whispers:
"cut the cake, cut the ties,
cut the cord to reality")


confetti of regrets
falling like ash
on a forgotten dream
(a photograph torn in half,
one piece smoldering)


a masquerade ball
where everyone wears
the same mask of happiness
(a single tear escapes,
tracing a path through the paint)


the clinking of glasses
a symphony of unspoken lies
(a toast to the future,
built on foundations of sand)


a heart-shaped box
filled with broken promises
and moth-eaten memories
(a child's drawing of a sun
hidden beneath the debris)


a silent scream
trapped in a gilded cage
(a bird beating its wings
against the bars of expectation)


a love story rewritten
with ink that bleeds
and words that twist
(a fairytale turned nightmare,
a happily ever after
left on the cutting room floor)


the scent of decay
mingling with the sweetness
of artificial flowers
(a wedding cake left to rot,
a symbol of love gone sour)


a chorus of disapproval
humming beneath the surface
of polite conversation
(a family portrait fractured,
the pieces scattered like leaves)


a single spotlight
illuminating the emptiness
of a hollow victory
(a crown of thorns,
a throne of lies)


a Whisper in the Dark:
"I write sins, not tragedies"
(but the ink stains the soul,
and the tragedies unfold
in the silence that follows)
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I fell asleep, reading E.E. Cummings 'i carry your heart with me'.  I always liked this poem.  and I dreamt of my GF, the plans for the future, and how like the poem, I carry her with me.
But then I started to dream of the past, the heartache, the struggles, the disillusion.  When I woke, it was to "I write sins, not tragedies"
This poem (sonnet of sorts), is my attempt at a Cummingsesque style, incorporating the dream, and the lyrics that inspired this piece.
Beneath this stone, a light once shone,
A son laid down, the battles won.
In tender arms, a dream to hold,
A mother's heart, forever cold.

Though time may pass and shadows creep,
In memories bright, your spirit keeps.
Each whispered word, each silent prayer,
In every tear, you linger there.

No path more cruel than this we tread,
For parents mourn the child who’s fled.
Yet love remains, a guiding light,
In darkest hours, your soul takes flight.

So here we stand, our hearts entwined,
In grief, in love, forever bind.
Though life's cruel twist has sought to part,
You live forever in our heart.
For naǧí in response to Your Last Words
Whispers of the night,
Raindrops dance on rooftops low,
Dreams drift in the hush.
For @Liana and @erin, two young poetesses who should be commended and praised for the connections they make through words.
A haiku for you both, my way of saying thank you for the words you share.💙💙💙
A tickle on the back of my neck,
the hairs on end,
the grip on my heart,
the butterflies in my stomach,
the knots within;
telling me,
You are the one.

A glimpse in the periphery,
a shadow in the corner,
the warmth of breath,
the scent on the wind;
telling me,
You are near.

Moist lips upon mine,
a lingering taste,
a familiarity,
an intensity in my heart,
the rhythm deafening;
telling me,
I am in love.

The world shifts,
a kaleidoscope of senses,
a sudden clarity.

The ordinary becomes extraordinary,
the mundane, magic.

A silent understanding,
a language spoken without words,
a connection forged in the depths.

The pull of gravity,
a force undeniable,
a surrender to the inevitable.

A dance of souls,
a symphony of emotions,
a tapestry woven with light.

The fear,
the vulnerability,
the exquisite joy.

A fragile bloom,
a delicate unfolding,
a revelation.

The world fades away,
only you remain,
a beacon in the darkness.

A whisper of destiny,
a promise unspoken,
a truth revealed.

The heart recognizes its home,
the soul finds its counterpart,
the journey begins.

A moment suspended in time,
an eternity captured in a glance,
a love discovered.
I think this speaks for itself
In the beginning there you were,
a particle,
like me,
oppositely charged,
making our attraction a foregone conclusion.

Your resonance,
in harmony with my quantum fingerprint,
a symphony of the stars,
pulsing,
vibrating,
in concert with one another.

Two particles entangled,
always aware at a subatomic level
of the other,
even light-years apart.

A connection that spans infinite distance,
breaks the barriers of time and space,
where the wormholes of the cosmos
weave the fabric of dimensional reality.

And all along,
that particle,
your soul,
was always the one that I felt.

Eternal.

A flicker in the void,
a shared frequency,
a silent understanding.

No need for words,
no need for touch,
just the knowing.

A dance of subatomic forces,
a ballet of light and shadow,
a cosmic embrace.

The universe whispers our names,
the galaxies spin our story,
the nebulae paint our portrait.

We are fragments of a whole,
reunited,
reborn.

A constant,
a truth,
an unbroken thread.

Through collapsing stars and nascent worlds,
through the birth of planets and the death of suns,
we remain.

A silent promise,
a cosmic echo,
a love that transcends all.

No beginning,
no end,
just the infinite now.

A particle,
a soul,
forever.

I have a weird theory, rolling in my head, can't explain it.... just a feeling.
So in a cryptic form, within this poem, I present it to you.
A ring, not just metal and stone,
but a whispered promise,
a tangible piece of my heart offered to you,
my Dragon Princess of the East.

It sits before me, a vision taking form,
rose gold warmed by imagined sunlight.
Floral vines, delicate yet strong,
climb and twist, embracing the gems.

Amethyst and moonstones,
blossoms of purple and pearly light,
scattered amongst the leaves,
a garden captured in miniature.

Is it engagement, then wedding,
or a seamless blend of both?
The rings intertwined, inseparable,
a symbol of a love without beginning or end.

Alexandrite, chameleons of light,
nestle beside the Amethyst,
their colors shifting, whispering secrets,
a dance of green and purple, a perfect harmony.

And at the heart of it all,
a trillion-cut diamond,
blazing with an inner fire,
a beacon of unwavering brilliance.

The ring is not alone.
Dangle earrings echo its beauty,
Royal cut Alexandrites cascading,
from small to large, a symphony of color.

Three stones aligned,
a delicate dance of light and shadow,
catching the ear, whispering of magic,
a perfect complement to the ring's embrace.

And then, the necklace,
a tear-shaped Alexandrite pendant,
resting against the alabaster skin,
a single drop of captured starlight.

It hangs suspended,
a breath held, a moment frozen,
a promise whispered against the skin,
a symbol of a love that transcends time.

The entire set, a constellation of dreams,
born from my heart, offered to you,
a testament to a love that blooms eternal,
A Circlet of Dreams, waiting to be worn.
I had a dream, of a proposal, but more of a set of circles, the sparkles and twinkles of light upon the stones.  A vision, of a wedding set, inspired by birthstones united by diamond under the moon.
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