Pluviophile

Living Poetry word prompt – Park

The silver curtain oscillates
with the rhythm of the autumn wind
drenching every surface
of the park
outside my kitchen window

Vaugely the bird songs come through
in the gaps of house chores
until coffee is ready
and a book is chosen

The inviting moist timber chair
and the wet wrought iron table
in the patio
soaking in the rain
My face meets the ash sky in delight

The coffee cup will soon be overflowing
with laughter
The poetry in the book starts shedding
tears of joy

He Is Who He Is

A writer writes
without ceasing
even his heart runs dry
soul cries in pain

He was made a writer
a blessing and a curse
all in his nib
Words fall from his flesh and bones
hanging onto life

Walk Through Life

This is the last colours of autumn
brittle to my eyes

Bitter cold will line the graveyard with grey snow
Dirty ground in dark days

The same pair of boots though
walk on grass, leaves, snow
into the far away spring dew

Role Reverse

I knew
we ended
from the hug
we had
at the same cafe
our smiles met
and our legs
flirted

I realised
what we had
was pure lust
and transactions

I touched up
my lipstick
and went out
to hunt again

But this time
he’ll be the one
that’s taking care of
the bills

Mellow Sky

Corrimal beach, Sydney, Australia

We became
the mellow sky
In harmony with
the time polished rocks
And finely sieved sand

Happy Days

I looked through the train window
Lines of yellow trees shimmering
in the golden sun rays
That took me to the sunflower field in January
when I wore smiles like daffodils

悟茶

她灵活的纤指初阳下采茶
露润嫩满的花苞引来蜜蜂
他无意中喝着带蜜的香茶
但对她一无所知毫无牵连

她专注地研究采茶的秘方
幻想着某人品茶悦心平和
他惊叹谁人茶艺如此出众
蜜香绕魂令君心蠢蠢欲动