#630 — Memories;

Ripples
Of your laughter,
Drift in the morning air —
Portrait on the wall, listen, you
Are here.
Chasing,
One the other,
You’re running on the floor
Portrait on the wall, listen, you
Are here.
Giggles,
Silent whispers
Your echo in the air —
Portrait on the wall, listen, you
Are here.
Because,
I can’t let go,
Memories in me flow,
Portrait on the wall, listen, you
Are here.

#memories
5 May 2017

This poem is the first of my attempts to combine and present #cinquain poetry in a ghazal style (last line of each verse similar in all verses). I can only hope it is acceptable to fellow poets and appealing.
My wife lost her battle with cancer three years ago, on May 5th, 2014. She was only forty-two years old. She left behind two very young daughters and memories of her with me. I dedicate this poem to her memories.

#527 — In My Veins;

Desire,
Flow as do blood,
through veins, emptying me,
of my own self, and congest me,
With you.

#cinquain

#499 —Whisper On My Pillow

Lay your whisper here,
Near my ear, on my pillow,
Where tears slowly flow.

#haiku

#491 —My Love;

I gave you my love,
Like a stream ever flows, but
Never flows away.

#haiku

#487 — The Opening;

Balanced
On my shoulder —
Violin music moaned,
And the universe came flowing,
in flames.

#cinquain

#434 — Three Words;

Music
flow through my mind,
But one whisper is heard,
and just your voice sing three words,”I
Love you”.