honeysuckle: poems by colleen cosette goodman

touch (after little mix)

I cannot fade into emotion;
I crash hard and fall and scream
I crave a love pulsing with devotion
I crave a love I would find in a dream
And all the ones I have adored teem
With quiet regality, esteemed grace
At least that is how it all seems
When I fall hard and run a wild pace.

The thing that sets into notion
My love lustrous and agleam
Is a kind word or eyes like the ocean
Or pasts misty like clouds of steam.
Instantly, I think of a moonbeam,
Dancing on her shoulders and face.
Who cursed me with this theme?
Moonlight girls appear with a rapid pace.

Too lovelorn to see thru commotion,
I write like I've been cut with a fleam;
My blood-words spill into motion,
And in every poem I deem
Her the great love, a sparkling stream
Why must this always be the case?
Each girl distorts my heart's esteem
And depression quickens with a hearty pace.

I think of the muse like a stitch in the seam
She takes up a wider space
In my life's dear scheme
She knows my heart; she knows it's pace.

The twenty-ninth of November, 2016

Hi I tried to do something different because I'm trying to write a poem everyday. This type of poem is called a ballade and here is an explanation:https://www.youngwriters.co.uk/types-ballade

Tell me if you think I should do more stuff like this!