It was a fascination, an unexplained obsession
a need that had to be pursued. I know not why
I gave up asking, but know that this happened for a reason.
Was this reason for, or because of you?
Maybe it's my destiny, a need to become more
than I ever hoped for, to feel a personal success.
Yet as the story unfolds I find gems
worth more than bullion gold,
chance encounters with poetic souls.
The gifted ones, who with a stroke of the pen
reduce me to tears, or transport me to another domain
then feed me with food for my heart and mind.
They humble me with a kindness of the soul
strength in the face of adversity
the like of which I have never known,
touched by passion to instill change upon the world.
So I thank you most kindly my friend
for such a perfect introduction
and for the candle flame, lit for me
leading me out of the crowded darkness.
Friday, 17 June 2011
Sunday, 12 June 2011
The Ship
Beneath purple painted clouds
grazing honey back lit sky
a single ship on the horizon
atop gently shifting waters
stained with creeping iridescence,
proud beacon silhouetted in the moment.
Witnessing beauty's golden kiss stolen
from her dying daylight breath.
behind the curtains, twilight
waiting with all smothering embrace
welcoming her dark lover
bejeweled night velvet widow.
grazing honey back lit sky
a single ship on the horizon
atop gently shifting waters
stained with creeping iridescence,
proud beacon silhouetted in the moment.
Witnessing beauty's golden kiss stolen
from her dying daylight breath.
behind the curtains, twilight
waiting with all smothering embrace
welcoming her dark lover
bejeweled night velvet widow.
Saturday, 4 June 2011
Silent Scream
Sirens screeching ever closer
strike a chill into the cool calm night,
shattering peaceful sleeping
as speeding vehicles stream past.
Neighbours glued to television sets
tut impatiently turning volume up
drawing curtains tight as if
to block out the ill of this night.
They are talking but she cannot hear
blood trickles slowly down
a stream of drowned emotions
as they shake their heads.
When they pull the blanket over
few words are said, not a case
of too late more compounded mistake
nobody heard her silent scream.
Finally free from her hollow
shell world the smiling mask
slipped off once more, after
her skull struck the stone floor.
Gently they carry her out
she is not there, she had already
crossed beyond the silver stream
running free as she had always dreamed.
This was not how she had planned
to leave but now in this place
where he could not follow, maybe
it had been her final chance for peace.
strike a chill into the cool calm night,
shattering peaceful sleeping
as speeding vehicles stream past.
Neighbours glued to television sets
tut impatiently turning volume up
drawing curtains tight as if
to block out the ill of this night.
They are talking but she cannot hear
blood trickles slowly down
a stream of drowned emotions
as they shake their heads.
When they pull the blanket over
few words are said, not a case
of too late more compounded mistake
nobody heard her silent scream.
Finally free from her hollow
shell world the smiling mask
slipped off once more, after
her skull struck the stone floor.
Gently they carry her out
she is not there, she had already
crossed beyond the silver stream
running free as she had always dreamed.
This was not how she had planned
to leave but now in this place
where he could not follow, maybe
it had been her final chance for peace.
Thursday, 2 June 2011
Alfresco
Under the tangled limbs
pools of light form
falling between fingertips,
liquid gold dripping
onto rustic green skin.
A Mediterranean moment
pause of breath held
before the rustling returns.
Sultry summer sky
waiting, watching flies.
Time idles lazily by.
Inside the cool glass
bubbles rising quickly
tickling lips with sweetened
cider scented kiss.
Alfresco in the garden.
pools of light form
falling between fingertips,
liquid gold dripping
onto rustic green skin.
A Mediterranean moment
pause of breath held
before the rustling returns.
Sultry summer sky
waiting, watching flies.
Time idles lazily by.
Inside the cool glass
bubbles rising quickly
tickling lips with sweetened
cider scented kiss.
Alfresco in the garden.
Wednesday, 25 May 2011
Todays inclusions...
'Storm force' got included in The # Poem Daily today.
The # Poem Daily
Also an inclusion of my reading of "Letters Pronouncing Kisses" - a poem written by QuirinaRoode-Gutzmer. I am particularly happy as this is not only a fantastic poem, but also my first recording to make an e-magazine!
The Voices Shared Daily
My reading can be heard on my Tumblr page here: The_Linnet sings
With grateful thanks as always!
The # Poem Daily
Also an inclusion of my reading of "Letters Pronouncing Kisses" - a poem written by QuirinaRoode-Gutzmer. I am particularly happy as this is not only a fantastic poem, but also my first recording to make an e-magazine!
The Voices Shared Daily
My reading can be heard on my Tumblr page here: The_Linnet sings
With grateful thanks as always!
Monday, 23 May 2011
Storm force
Stolen from my dream world
Who is that banging on the door?
I wonder why, my sleep fog clears
Wood knocking on wood, in savage repetition
No visitor would be so rude.
Peeking round the curtain, eyes open wide
Sash window frame being lashed back and forth
more like a piece of paper.
Childlike as a child does I ran for the door
My parents were worried, rightly so it seemed
high winds were not predicted that night.
Settled under kitchen table, no more sleep
Watchful, wakeful as the wind did its worst!
Gable wall joined the dance swinging back and forth
Roof slates raining down
lethal blades cutting deep into the ground.
Angelic force or twist of fate
The morning found us and the wall
standing still, shocked yet unhurt.
As we cautiously ventured out
The world was torn and twisted
Everything was broken, thrown all about.
An alien landscape greeted our eyes
Sunshine lighting our way
as tiny shards of ice rained down.
The storm had passed, but the memory
Burnt forever in my heart.
(Entered for oneshotwednesday on 24/05/11 - Onestoppoetry.com)
Who is that banging on the door?
I wonder why, my sleep fog clears
Wood knocking on wood, in savage repetition
No visitor would be so rude.
Peeking round the curtain, eyes open wide
Sash window frame being lashed back and forth
more like a piece of paper.
Childlike as a child does I ran for the door
My parents were worried, rightly so it seemed
high winds were not predicted that night.
Settled under kitchen table, no more sleep
Watchful, wakeful as the wind did its worst!
Gable wall joined the dance swinging back and forth
Roof slates raining down
lethal blades cutting deep into the ground.
Angelic force or twist of fate
The morning found us and the wall
standing still, shocked yet unhurt.
As we cautiously ventured out
The world was torn and twisted
Everything was broken, thrown all about.
An alien landscape greeted our eyes
Sunshine lighting our way
as tiny shards of ice rained down.
The storm had passed, but the memory
Burnt forever in my heart.
(Entered for oneshotwednesday on 24/05/11 - Onestoppoetry.com)
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