Broken
June 6, 2021
The world’s heart
is broken
its soul
is evaporating
its life’s breath
stagnant.
But there
I hear her tongues
of birdsong
I feel her soft fingers
of sunlight
I see her beauty
and know all will be well.
Category: Poetry
Green
May 30, 2021
I’m here
I’m here, at last.
Sun’s love touches
upon daisy, buttercup
and the green
the beautiful green
beneath my feet.
Here I am
at last
with pen and book
back at my old haunts
caressed by shadows
kissed by nature.
When words don’t appear
May 24, 2021
There is this
this this temptation
to reveal the truth
of this feeling
but what would be the point?
When words don’t appear
when I want them to
except here
where they flow like sand.
The truth is
she brings me comfort
with a glance
and what do I bring
but silence.
When words don’t appear
when I want them to
except here
where they flow like sand
peaceful, but for the
screams
Unopened door
May 5, 2021
That moment
waved its mirage
allowing me to enter
without really being there
Armored
April 29, 2021
You are protected
you are protected from them.
Your inner strength shines
in her own way
April 1, 2021
she, is misunderstood
she brings forth such, sorrow
rather like, mist in moonlight
where the path is hidden
and the trees with their dark foliage
hide their beauty in shadows
she is, beneath it all
beneath her shadow
deep beneath the roots of her dark mystery
she is, in her own way
a spectre of love
she loves … she wishes she could love
as tenderly as those mists
as magical as that moon
as soft as those beautiful leaves
but her gothic soul, crumbles
at the very thought of,
life.
Stayed up too late
March 27, 2021
Nothing from the birds.
Echoes of moonlight reveal
dawn chorus … silent
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