In synchronicity, We found one another. In escaping, We were encircled by Shadows. When the dark ships move through melting shores, When storms surge tenfold flung up endless cyclones, I see again my bright ironical names in capital letters. In this shimmering, ever glowing and peace-finding voyage, Which wave on her way will stitch my… Continue reading Imperfect Lover
Author: Annabel
Just a woman who writes her heart out, unapologetically……
Narcissus
And life, by nature, is the most lavish feast, painted four seasons combined with five senses, bewitching skies and sweet gardens be my faves, but they are plain without a home and some love. Can I buy a Heaven's mansion like the gods have? I'd plant dulcet Narcissus and sip summery dews, dance every cloud… Continue reading Narcissus
A Time For Us (Christmas birthday poem)
Wild bells, frosty earth, and sacred sky, Rang in the love of truth and eternal light, Once a white Christmas, you arrived this world with amber daises and dainty whimsical delight. Happy bells, stormy land, and dutiful stars, Rang in the new blood, rang out the ancient feud, On a cherry Christmas, you came silently… Continue reading A Time For Us (Christmas birthday poem)
December Passacaglia
December is an aged nostalgic song, with ancient accents in delicate monotone, Aglow and behold weary souls with happy tears, And each note leads to cadence of mystical visions. Can you feel the beauty of heaven’s stars shine upon, with millions of velvet dreams flowing within you? Such is the grace of a tender prayer,… Continue reading December Passacaglia
Half A World Away
You are half a world away, standing right next to me, speaking silence in a dream, with lissome cherrywood and eyes as bright as sunlights on a stream. I scarcely believed one day I’d love, and to endure vicissitudes and changing seasons, But Love mimics not the falling fruit, from the withered December trees, but… Continue reading Half A World Away
Second Life
The twilight of your face, the unseen meadow in your voice, drew me to your eyes’spring solace. When we hear the din of our aloneness, When we risk the change that creates and destroys, Is this the last incarnation of a sacred living breath? I grieve the deleted passage, I regret the untold truth, It… Continue reading Second Life
Your Hands Hold Roses
Your hands hold roses always in a way that reaching Far to me, when I hide, doubt, and fail to believing. And when I rise, trembling under lunar and her verdant veil, the effervescent and rainless wind blows off the ancient well, awakes my flaccid face and tears up those terrifying speeches, I feel my… Continue reading Your Hands Hold Roses
I Hope You Dance Like Wind
Your smiling, or the contemplation of such, is the wondrous life force of the airy earth, Lucent as shadows slowed by wading moonlights, teaches the leaves to pause in cascading languors, And the wood nymphs now must sing and strive to dream. Their hair like willows diffuse the rhythmic monotones, Their gaze towards silken river… Continue reading I Hope You Dance Like Wind
Last Hues of Autumn
Claret sugar maple, Ginkgoes of fading gold, Now falls tenderly the last hues of autumn, Mischievously stirring a momentary discontent, from the ample bosoms of the sullen years buried, And to fright the souls again with fragmentary plights. How I wished the pearly clouds landing beside in victorious wreath, and garland of promises, Fly me… Continue reading Last Hues of Autumn
Twilight Vignette
Here comes the surrender, to the rest of our days, When the fading song that lingers, can be contented with twilights’ caress, and calms the rains on my bewildered face… I am searching for the faraway Greenland of peace, where I might lie beside autumn’s demure rivercrest, dancing wild, shout in remorse and cry at… Continue reading Twilight Vignette
The Promise
Sweet sour autumn rains fall quietly like air, And my flimsy heart is an aimless floating kite, Its purple wings seized my struggling lungs, invisibly buoy me to the rivulets of sunlights. My dreams are mostly dull and silent, Despite the realities are proud and loud, The beauty on earth is so blue, With every… Continue reading The Promise
A Beautiful Passerby
There is the pausing silence in my prayers, and the quietness of falling leaves landing on my breath, As I reach out my limbs to be showered by earliest dawn lights, she sends me away with the coldest scorn and the gentlest breeze! Yet my feet are restlessly undisturbed, matching still, in meaningless tandem. There… Continue reading A Beautiful Passerby
Poemy – a dancing poem
Morning demure roses, blessings of each melodic breath, warmed by early summer prayers, tentatively stirring the stillest pulses. In its quietude silently blooms, A waking soul’s ardent longing, the passacaglia of a fragile being… Dear readers and friends, I thought it would be wonderful to share with you my choreographic work ‘Poemy’. This is a… Continue reading Poemy – a dancing poem
Secret Garden 🪴
When the summer comes we shall meet again, my friend, For the woods are brimming in blooms and blowing fresh roses, And love is burning diamonds hanging around chestnut trees. A maiden sits along riverbanks combing her hair, it’s where I will sing to you without moment despair, And lay my aching weariness upon you… Continue reading Secret Garden 🪴
Simple Pride
Do you know the land, where the lemon-trees grow, Among darkened leaves crimson-lychees glow, A mellow wind swings from the pale blue sky, The myrtle stands mute and the oak tree high? Do you know the house, It has columns and beams, There are the hallway gleams and glittering rooms, Are those marble figures looking… Continue reading Simple Pride
The Sweetest Burden
Whenever my heartbeats out of rhythm, I secretly blame you, my friend! like a violet in the meadow grew, Bowed to earth, and hid from view: what a strange melody, oftentimes, you’ve sung to my heart's sentiments. Are you caught by bonny youth By that beloved form and fresh dew, By those eyes seem so… Continue reading The Sweetest Burden
The Modern Etiquette 