The Stealth Kiss
Unseen by a background of fellow flowers
he rushed towards her purple petals
to plant the blossom of her bosom
with a kiss
blew a breeze
that steathily stole his kiss,
before she ever knew, sending it wafting
above the treetops to the forever fields of lost loves.
simply beautiful – image and words – and the hourglass form is a marvel
May 30, 2013 at 12:44 PM
Thank you, dear Paul! Your words are much appreciated. And I think I got the hourglass idea from you!
May 30, 2013 at 8:21 PM
That is so beautiful Ellen
May 30, 2013 at 5:02 PM
Thank you! You are in my prayers because I think this must be a hard time right now.
May 30, 2013 at 6:08 PM
I do believe there is a field of lost loves. Thanks for reminding me; I’ll tell friends who are upset about lost loves about this field – it’ll make them feel less alone.
Really creative, Ellen.
May 30, 2013 at 10:05 PM
Thanks so much, Genie. Yes, lost loves are like spirits– quite haunting.
May 31, 2013 at 2:00 PM
Oh my goodness, I love this so much!! Definitely my new fave, here–it’s like a one-act play; and I write equally as much on the theme of lost love, as Christian faith. Great work, Ellen–God bless you BIG–love, Caddo
May 31, 2013 at 2:01 AM
Thank you so very much, Caddo! You are so very kind. Will look forward to your writings on lost loves and search for them on your blog. God bless and light and love, Ellen xx
May 31, 2013 at 1:58 PM
It is only you who can weave a delicate and touching poem. The fields of lost love found themselves a voice.
June 5, 2013 at 3:29 PM
Thank you for your beautiful comment.
June 5, 2013 at 3:38 PM