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

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

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

Always with me

I wanted to write
something romantic
on Valentine’s Day

The performance pressure
ate up
my little brain

I wrote nothing
for you
needlessly to say

I thought to myself today
what is the one thing
to give up
that I will hate

Caffeine
caffeine
and caffeine

Then it daunted
on me
you are
my coffee keep cup
who accompanies me
from the moment I wake
to the moment
I close the curtain of
the daily play

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