I don’t want to be awake
from a field of yearning tulips
under the indigo violet sky
I want to stay dreaming of
a future of you and me
in earnest paint brush strokes
and
waterfalls of poetry
Category: My Love
Sorrow’s Whisper
The Living Poetry Prompt – Lament
My fingers tapping lines into your anxious heart.
They send music notes for the wren to sing by your front porch.
Little birdy what story are you trying to tell me?
You are slightly amused by its uninvited company.
If the wren could ever speak a human dialect,
it would surely whisper on your shoulder,
A lover’s lament across the great dividing oceans.
An Artist by Default
You said
you wanted to be a painter
from a young age
Then you gave up on that
after a few attempts
and a reality check
Now
you spit out phrases
to shut off
the squirming words
inside your sore head
You are not sure
if they are just noises
or music notes
As a reader
I see paintings
in a vast array of
pigments and colours
when reading your words
No matter how much
you think you may fail
you are an artist
by default
– dedicated to Mike Ennenbach Mike’s Manic Word Depot
Fading Love
It starts all over again.
The candle light is drowning
in a pool of waxy I love yous.
Silence is the inevitable ending.
Learn Spelling from Love
Immeasurable
Incomprehensible
Inexplicable
Inconvenient
Irreplaceable
Irresistible
Irreversible
Unconditional
Unconventional
Unexplainable
Unorthodox
Unreasonable
Lover’s Concerto
I keep
a patch of springy grass
for you
in delight
next to me
a bed of luscious green
free of brown needle pines
in the shape of a romantic heart
the ocean caresses us
in soft piano key strokes
how about
we pull down the cloud
from the turquoise sky
to shield us from
the sweep of autumn wind
into our sweet concerto of love
Morning First Thought
She greets me with morning mumbles
Before the coffee calls me awake
I wonder if the coffee gets jealous
She barges in to start my day
Inception of Ending
first
my heart crumbled
before we slowly withered
as home closed in
while the nation screamed at
the world’s collapse
at what point
the world was too big
to bridge the nations
which divided our home
where you and I struggled to
couch together
so
my heart crumbled
at last
Collision
She bathed in the warm sunlight
lazed around in feline stretch
He sat on his throne of darkness
with fairy lights twinkling
His stare ravished her
making the sun blush
the clouds gathered to hide its shyness
and brought rain to nourish her desire
She lost her brightness to his temptation
He drew her closer to his kingdom
She fought and writhed to shake off her impulse
to prevent the collision of the two worlds
Your Words
Flicker of Thoughts 