night paints the window
with a thousand reflections
in darkness…the light
Month: November 2018
Simple Poem
behind each door
I’ve ever opened
were rooms of different hues
but the one I never
wished to leave
holds only thoughts of you
Missed Opportunity
he held this truth too long
so long that its life ebbed away
the delicate veins which held it together
shattered, then became dust
which ran as sand through his fingers
and was lost forever.
5-7-5 (take four-hundred-and-twelve : lines)
the pen set aside
scarred paper tells the story
cursive ink stained tears
Mountain
each day may be a mountain
we can climb together
reach the top whenever
to watch the world abide
and as the sun goes overhead
we can think of nights instead
and stroll down to the valley
on the other side
The Girl That Was Not (draft verse one)
she walked not as a spirit
for she could not be a ghost
as her life had not been a life
just thoughts and dreams, at most
an imagined child of imagined love
progeny unrequited, say
who was in half light shadow light
should the world have turned that way.
5-7-5 (take four-hundred-and-eleven : beach)
we build sand castles
the tide washes them away
fading memories
poem idea (a beginning)
like oil and water seperate
my dreams from waking mind
but somewhere mixed up inbetween
is where my truth you’ll find
5-7-5 (take four-hundred-and-ten : concerto)
“When music sounds, all that I was I am”
…Walter de la Mare
you lift me beyond
the confines of my poor flesh
exposing my soul
sad song about a fountain
the fountain sings the saddest song
in tears that fall and fall once more
reflected back upon former glories
days gone, ever lost in water’s pure
the fountain knows just one song
and sings today as it did back when
lovers used to wish on bright futures
this spring sang hopes and dreams back then
but now this song is lost and weary
so many wishes washed away
like marble bright worn round and dreary
only shadows of former days.
the blighters rock 