Twilight casts a net of iridescent pearls
to tempt the reluctant sun to break a dawn
The horizon feels her warmth
beholding her fervant beautiful
butterflies fell from the sky
resting on the tree branch
I reached out my hand to touch
their silk dresses
and realised they were blossoms
pretty in white
This is written based on the Living Poetry Music prompt
She was numb and dead inside. The forced rest in the asylum hadn’t helped. Although with sedatives, the night terrors stopped, but she increasingly disassociated with her surroundings. The most frightening was that she couldn’t feel the warmth of the sun.
In a night like any other night, she was woken up by an owl. She responded to the owl’s calling, escaped the night guard’s watch. In her night gown and bare foot, she followed the line of the tall pencil pines, passed the mossy garden door. It was in late autumn, but she felt no cold.
When she was deep into the bush, the moon was high and bright, but the lake was dark and dead. She saw the owl on the tree branch watching her. The owl made another call. This time, she followed the sound and looked over to the lake again. She saw flecks of silver, then a fish jumping high above the water, then a few fish followed.
Her heart leaped and started thumping. She turned to the owl and it was gone. Instead, there were two possums chasing each other on the branch, the tree leaves, making rattling sounds. She laid on the ground covered with dry leaves, they crackled like popcorn.
She heard the earth breathing steadily underneath her. She kept watching the possums and smiled at the moon every now and then. She hadn’t felt so alive for a very long time.
The ocean is a magician
She gravitates our attention
A little wave dance
bonds us in laughter
It melts away the invisible gap
two generations are standing on
The language of the deep blue
strings our hearts
into a single beat
You are smiling and walking away
in sheer soulless delight
The day soon turns into night
hindering my footsteps from chasing you
into the horizon cloaked in twilight
I memorise your laughter as the wind chime
transmitting me to you on the ebony land
This piece is written inspired by Autumn’s arrival. I wrote Autumn as the bride, and I am the jealous wedding crasher.
The church bell rings
My heart skips a beat
The vision of you
in all your splendour
turns my blushing cheeks
into specks of dirt
beneath your feet
for flower girls to sit on
around the hem
of your bridal gown
I cannot bear the sight
of your groom
takes your hand
and the glow
reflected off of his eyes
I want to be the blizzard
to blow off your wedding
and kidnap you
into my avalanche
The Autumn sun caresses her skin
in waves of flirtatious heat.
She finds it to be more sensual
and alluring than the Summer passion.
I love the quiet
But I prefer birds sing
I am tired of listening to people
But your speaking makes me happy
Someone is so full of enthusiasm
It isn’t what I am used to
Someone is so full of life
It is what my heart desires
A life filled with birds singing