The pond on the family vineyard
is like a Catholic priest
witnesses celebratory family events
hears confession after confession
forever gives out forgiveness
peace loving
empathetic
gentle
still
Video by Cassa Bassa at Drayton Vineyard, Hunter Valley, NSW, Australia
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The garden flat I once lived
was so quiet.
There was this old copper tap dripping
made up the only noise.
I thought of putting some cheese out
to bait some mice to create more sound.
Then I got worried
that I would make them dependent.
And that would be unkind.
Sometimes I held my breath
to listen to the tap.
Just to be sure that
I was not alone.
You didn’t live in my yesterdays.
You love me today.
I don’t see you in my tomorrows.
Isn’t love enough?
It isn’t enough when it doesn’t last.
How do you know it won’t last.
I saw your eyes.
They wandered.
The city in Spring was filled with misty rain.
You kept reminding her to take an umbrella.
But she always left without one.
You became her outdoor companion to keep her dry.
Summer storms came and went without warning.
There was no way you could prepare for that.
You gifted her a poncho tied with a yellow ribbon,
hoping it would keep her from the downpour.
One day you saw her running around a giant tree
with symphony of lightening and thunder.
Finally the epiphany hit you.
You were in love with a girl
whom you knew little about.
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The Living Poetry prompt – Angry
hey
you little spark
I am sorry that
I keep denying you, rejecting you
blaming you for ruining everything
you suffer for my immature behaviour
will you forgive me
Photo by Ketut Subiyanto on Pexels.com
I have never met you,
and yet you know me.
I can’t help but move closer.
I have spent all my life
to build this facade
for the world to see.
How come you see my anima?
My inner child runs to you.
Do I know you?
Why do you feel like home to me?
I love you!
Oil painting by Virginia Bucknell, you may see more of Virginia’s paintings via:
her heart endured a lot
it was once
provoked to anger by betrayal
broken as a result of blunt rejection
too tired too weak to respond
bled out to a slow death
and yet
her heart is still
raw
open
fighting
imbued with passion
The day you packed your bag
You took away my freedom to breathe
The spring bouquet smells anosmic in shades of grey
Turning my face to the sun takes me a morning of energy
The afternoon is occupied by staring at
the morning coffee stain on my t-shirt you once wore
You left me with a lone pathetic shell in zombie distain
I reach out my hand
to search you
in the darkness
I can hear
your fading heartbeats
giving up on me
helpless me
hopeless you
Flicker of Thoughts 