Butterfly weather
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Background photo by canva.com
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Background photo by canva.com
“It is within the sun.”
This moment of light shone
through my window
branding itself upon my feelings,
as a kiss lends itself to love.
How that moment surprised me
for I, bedraggled as I am,
am blind to love
and the tenderness it shows.
This dying unkissed breath beneath
the vapours of the sun’s light
asks only one question
expecting no answer.
If time is constant
as light is similar
what of love,
how does love compare?
I hear only silence in reply
I see only vapours of warming light
therefore I understand it is death
and yet perhaps it is something more,
for love lives eternal in the hearts
of those souls who seek it not for themselves
but for the greater good
of their neighbours.
My laptop is working again, but I’m not sure how long it’ll last so at some point I’ll need to buy a new one.
Apart from the laptop being busted I think I have been too. I know I’ve done this before but I’m doing it again and deleting my social media accounts. Facebook went in January and today I’m deleting my Twitter and Instagram accounts.
I don’t spend much time interacting on those platforms apart from the occasional poem on Twitter and uploading photos of what I’m reading or just general stuff including some of my writings to Instagram. I spend more time scrolling life away and not connecting with folk as I’m not all that good with the social side of things so it’s time for them to go.
This of course means I’ll have more time to spend here on WordPress, or at least that’s the plan.
Thanks for your continued support.
😀
as moonlight brightens my path
it strengthens the moment
causing a little sensation
to become
something other
as soon as those clouds
as soon as it is gone
the moon, in hiding
releases its halo
I take a step
which causes a little sensation
in the darkness
for here I am
becoming something other.
Leaves shiver so
as winter rips
as they cling to life
Birds peck frozen earth
as winter rips
as they cling to life
Woody blood slows
as winter rips
as they cling to life
Time is silent
as winter rips
as each moment
… dies
Baby blue sky
in the evening you cry
as the change of coming night
sets your world alight
as the clouds dip and paint
splatter patterns of rustic quaint
as over here and over there
a child’s play of chaotic care
as greyer upon greyer
dusk bustles to add a layer
as in the evening you cry
little baby blue sky