It starts all over again.
The candle light is drowning
in a pool of waxy I love yous.
Silence is the inevitable ending.
Fading Love
Tag: love
Romeo and Juliet
This is a poetry and painting collaboration with emerging Sydney Painter Virginia Bucknell
Love
demands absolute devotion
The stage
decorated with charisma and wit
Wild possession
seized by concealed undercurrent
Passion
let it downpour in crimson
Death
gravitates towards eternity
Oil painting ‘Love Story’ by Virginia Bucknell, you may see more of Virginia’s paintings via: Art Lovers Australia Weebly Instagram
South Pole
Our naive determination
to become citizens of Antarctica
to imitate the penguins
and the hourglass dolphins
live in a world of desert
without camels
We are like albatrosses
a perfect icon
for the virtues of marriage
on perspex display
Our hearts live in the same
uninhabitable curve
filled with summer daylight
and cold
drenched in winter darkness
and colder
I wonder
where do we go from here
except going around in circles
of South Pole
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
Pastel
She reminded him of pastel colours
sea green eyes
fresh peachy cheeks
rose petal lips
raspberry kisses
lavender scent
When she was happy
his world was a field of lilacs
When she was annoyed
her kisses tasted lemon
When she was sad
smoke filled their home
Everything about her
was softer
veiled by her gentleness
When she walked out
his trenchant emotions
unleashed
He repainted their story
with a blaze of fire
Thoughts on Old Photos VIII
She
Smiles
Semi teases
Some year some day
Still she will wait here
Shall I quit searching for love
Photographed by Joe Femia
Hearts and Paper Aeroplane
Collaboration with Jonathan Swift Pines
Photo from http://www.unsplash.com
No, I’m not claiming that I always write.
When I do, my heart’s like a jar -sealed tight.
And when it pops ajar, you hear it “thump.”
No, I don’t think I always love you right.
When I do, my soul swells like puppy eyes.
When I write, I snort happily for you.
When I’m bad, I’m bad. When I’m good, I’m good.
I’d love to love you right now, if I could.
But if I’m astray, please try tomorrow.
When I’m sad, I write. When I’m loved, I write.
I’d love to store you in my sealed tight jar.
Only let out happiness than sorrow.
Sorry, love, but this is our last “goodnight.”
I’m not always honest in all I write.
So keep your happy times safe and sealed tight.
Don’t let a dreamer like me steal your heart. . .
Letter
chérie,
It is so difficult to love you.
When you need me to hold you, you want me to stand in distance.
When I fade too far away, your eyes are filled with sadness.
I can’t touch your face to wipe off your tears.
Because you won’t let me be close to you.
It is so difficult to stop loving you.
I read all your unspoken words like the love I were not allowed to confess.
Why do we understand each other so much with so little contact?
I wish I don’t feel or experience your emotions like my own.
Because I can’t separate myself from you.
It is so difficult to know what to do,
except write to you chérie, knowing you will never let our hearts be whole.
Goodnight chérie!
Your heartbroken fool
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
Pain
She sits in silence by the sea
lets the waves orchestrate music
to make sense of her internal chaos
He stands behind her
hands in his pockets
knowing her spirit is crushed
She is trapped in her own mind
He is not allowed to rescue her
he is not allowed
Hopelessness shouts so loud
so loud
When he was a child
he mended
rain worn kites to set them fly high again
he tended
wounded animals to nurse them back to health
He comforts
friends with broken hearts
strangers with despair
She sits in stillness on the rock
lets the descending sun withhold its warmth
to sentence her to another imprisonment
He kneels on the sand behind her
fists dent deep
There is nothing
he can do
he will do
because
he loves her
Flicker of Thoughts 