http://poeticimmortal.crimsonmelodies.com Musings From a Poetic Immortal Sun, 07 Mar 2010 09:40:22 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en my eternal maestro, as i have considered what brought us together and what we share, i came upon this poem which was penned just before i confessed my sentiments for you. indeed, i would have left it on your desk, or somewhere you could stumble upon it. i am glad, ... http://poeticimmortal.crimsonmelodies.com/2010/03/07/if-you-only-knew/ for you, my maestro and husband... Posted via web from from the poet's pen http://poeticimmortal.crimsonmelodies.com/2010/02/13/anythings-possible/ Penned on the flight to Tokyo... This is not the first time I have tangled with the Supernatural Order and it will not be the last. I spoke those words to Victor as we headed to Toronto, albeit with more humor in my voice than I currently ... http://poeticimmortal.crimsonmelodies.com/2010/02/04/the-coming-danger/ Berlin, Germany - Twenty years ago. A heavy rain descended on the streets of Berlin, a wet chill working its way into the marrow of those pedestrians unfortunate enough to be caught in the deluge. The slick streets reflected illuminated lampposts; cars speeding by displaced water with their windshield wipers swinging ... http://poeticimmortal.crimsonmelodies.com/2010/01/03/the-eleventh-hour-pt-3/ tomorrow exists within the confines of a sonnet. it sings to me sweetly, calming words which reflect the promise of the days to come. and i can smile, and i can look to the stars and sense the wonder of a child again as i ponder simpler questions with grander implications such as, why do the heavens, in ... http://poeticimmortal.crimsonmelodies.com/2009/12/29/the-future-is-an-open-book/ tangle me within the whispers of the evening and hold me close within the shadow of the day. sunset brings with it the kiss of soft remembrance, pining for the brush of tender touches; beckon me and steal me away. i want to be surrounded by your essence, feeling you inside the marrow of my bones. i ... http://poeticimmortal.crimsonmelodies.com/2009/12/18/tangle-me-my-reverie/ Mitchell Livingston had been born during a time when the abacus still defined the technology of modern computing, in an era before cars and trains dotted the landscape of the country he was raised in. His short, black hair slicked back with a widow’s peak perched atop his forehead, he ... http://poeticimmortal.crimsonmelodies.com/2009/11/29/the-eleventh-hour-pt-2/ "The dog days are over, The dog days are gone. Can you hear the horses? 'Cause here they come." - "Dog Days Are Over" by Florence + the Machine The black, polished shoes produced a perfect squeak as they shuffled down the corridor, a single sound bouncing from one wall to the next in the ... http://poeticimmortal.crimsonmelodies.com/2009/11/25/the-eleventh-hour/ soft, a melody plays between two kindred souls and lovers. depths yet to be plumbed, fathomless, the mastery of composition in a single word, a single breath shared. the symphony of souls united. raise the bow to strings, a harmony established, a sonnet of notes; poetry in rhythm. lift the instrument to lips, the tale of passionate exchanges in the simplicity of ... http://poeticimmortal.crimsonmelodies.com/2009/11/20/music-of-the-night/ unfolding my heart like the petals of a rose in bloom, i call to you in darkness and see you in the light. you, the fire burning through my veins; the pulse within which beats with sound and fury each time we are together. i cherish you, my lover. far beyond the scope of seas, depths of fathoms, stretching for miles. i ... http://poeticimmortal.crimsonmelodies.com/2009/11/13/musings-of-the-heart/