The Arrow

The Arrow

Before I knew
what hit me,
Cupid's aim had
hit it's mark

Never before
had I felt this
way, "taken"
right from the start

There was no cure
to be found, no
fix or remedy

The only aid
for my malady
was thee and
only thee

Lynn West
(c) 2009

Distant Dreams

Distant Dreams

You find your way
into my dreams
all too often

The thought of
your hand in
mine as our
lips meet sends
chills over me

The yearning
is as strong
as the day we
first spoke
and yet your
touch is still
a distant dream

Lynn West
(c) 2012

Dixie Pixie

Dixie Pixie

Dixie Pixie, a darling sight
ever twirling around,
such a cute little sprite

She's a ray of sunshine,
the forest's own delight

Fluttering daintily
through the trees,
air dancing like a
butterfly to breeze

Adorable in
her little red dress
with flowers all around,
she sprinkles sunshine
way up in the air and
pixie dust all over
the ground

Be careful not to step
too hard when through
the forest you stroll
for she may be a
Dixie Pixie, but she
is friends with a troll...

Lynn West
(c) 2012

Painting by Lee Melville
used with permission, all rights reserved by Lee Melville

Cuppa Joe

Cuppa Joe

Java, Joe,
a cup of "start"
to begin your day

No matter what
you call it, coffee
is the way

It perks up the senses,
mmm, that aroma
really moves me

But drink too much and
jittery you will be, zipping
around like a bumble bee!

Lynn West
(c) 2012

Storm Symphony

Storm Symphony

The sky is a flickering
wonder, the lightning,
pulsating, strike after strike

The thunder plays a
resonant beat as the
rain begins to tumble
down, falling in sheets

Hitting the tin roof, it
strikes up a tune, a
concert from nature
tonight

The frogs join in
with their deep baritones
as the night birds
sing to the storm

I lie here, safe and warm
and drift off, sailing
on a sea of dreams

Lynn West
(c) 2012

Photograph by Rehanna Cornish - many thanks for the use of this wonderful photo, my dear!

Movement

Movement

Deep inside my soul,
our bodies pulsate as one

Climbing ecstasy
to the highest peak,
inner flames brighter
than the sun

Knowing the taste
of gourmet you
has only just begun

As the joining happens
found only by chance

Shaking to the rhythm
of our lover's dance,

In and out together,
is the true romance

Body moving,
adjusting just so
to find that
special "place"

How I enjoy watching
as the afterglow
comes across
your face

Lynn West
(c) 2012

The Touch of You

The Touch of You

Music of my heart
beats soft and low
as I long for my
lover's touch

To feel my flesh grow
warm and warmer still
like embers glowing red

Whispers of ecstasy
flowing through my
mind, your touch
as light as a butterfly,
yet as powerful as a wolf

Come now sweet lover, mine
I can't wait another second

For soaring with you is
hawk in flesh as you
circle my soul and take
me to the skies

Lynn West
(c)2012

The Writer

The Writer

Creative juices flowing
writing “up a storm”
come, sit beside me
and keep me safe and warm

Another tale of love so true,
another dash of woe,
a question of the heroine,
will she stay or go?

It's my choice, my pen in hand
to let him live or die
it's my “ever after”
as the hours tick slowly by

I can “paint” a sunset
or write a stormy sea
all these things I can imagine…
even “you here with me”

Lynn West
(c) 2009
Photo by Davin Arnold Ussery

Tea Party Princess

Tea Party Princess

Sweet baby girl,
she's a sight to behold
Throws her head back
and laughs all the way
to her soul

Innocence unbridled,
our next generation,
full of love, light and
God's vibration

Let a child be a child,
their imagination run
wild

Dress up and tea-parties,
dolls all in a row,
fancy hats and make
believe, a true princess
show

May we learn
from their teachings
and grow from within
as our inner child
shines once again

Lynn West
(c) 2012
Photo and poetry
exclusively owned by Lynn West, not to be
copied without express written permission

Angel Kisses

Angel Kisses

In a sea of quiet
she sings aloud
peeking out from
the clouds, showing
her halo like a golden orb

Her wings spread wide,
it's time for her to fly
and as the breeze brushes
your face, you feel the
kiss of an angel...

Lynn West
(c) 2012

Weaving

Weaving

Closure, sweet closure
embracing change
with head held high
and heart wide open,,
open to receive all
things new while
allowing closure
to begin

It is never easy
to let go, even if
the tapestry that
is your life is in shreds,
held together
only by time, tears
and threads
of stubbornness

Choosing closure
is not about giving up
or giving in - it is not
a sign of weakness
but quite the opposite -
it is the ability
to allow yourself
to become the path
you walk and to be
the you who shines

The scars become
something
akin to "trophies"
on a dusty shelf
in your mind,
nothing but
reminders,
as you let the
closure happen
and the rebirth
begin

Weave your own
tapestry, live your life
knowing your
own true self,
weave thyself,
sister, be "yours"
first

And then you
will find how
much more
beautiful
and strong
life's tapestry
with others
can be

Namaste

Lynn West
(c) 2012

LOL

LOL
lmao is just a phrase,
but what if it really "left"
I couldn't sit, or have
it pinched, I'd really
feel quite bereft...

lol is a better term
yes, that's the way to go,
but when I think about it
"lmao" would be quite a show...

Lynn West
(c) 2010

Snowdrops Melting

Snowdrops Melting

Snowdrops on a winter's day,
my lover by my side


Healing hands that touch
my soul and fuel my
body's flame

Kisses melting inhibitions
as lips taste lips once more

Lover of my universe,
touch me yet again

Into the depths of warm
embrace, where passion
is the key

Lynn West
(c) 2012