***
the skull watched and waited
***
death waited, he shook his head
***
sitting in the same room like bookends,
the skull watched and waited
***
death waited, he shook his head
***
sitting in the same room like bookends,
no book worth reading between them
***
the seeds of doubt sown
***
the names changed, they whispered back
***
trembling into ocean’s depths, spangled stars
***
full moon, white bindweed stars
***
he grunted in that way of his
pretending
he had never been asleep in the first place
***
veils of dreams, each covering the other
***
the church roof, fish scales by moonlight
***
from the top of the abandoned air raid shelter
***
the seeds of doubt sown
***
the names changed, they whispered back
***
trembling into ocean’s depths, spangled stars
***
full moon, white bindweed stars
***
he grunted in that way of his
pretending
he had never been asleep in the first place
***
veils of dreams, each covering the other
***
the church roof, fish scales by moonlight
***
from the top of the abandoned air raid shelter
the child picked dandelions
***
the story went round and round in her mind
until
it became the backdrop of her thoughts
***
lost in a place between places
***
when age confused him, his tongue meandered
***
there is no ending, just forever
***
the music long forgotten began to play, just a whisper
***
her imagination, it kept her sane
***
all the stories were carried inside of her
***
tears kept wanting to leak out of her eyes
one day the child realised
this was sadness
***
their names were part of the music
***
a unique tapestry, potpourri of ideas
***
out of a forked tree branch, the moon catapults slowly
***
memories corked in the bottle, but the scent was too strong
***
stars in the night sky, clustered daisies on the lawn
***
she was about to say something
but then it went back
to that place of unsaid words
***
there was a place
***
the story went round and round in her mind
until
it became the backdrop of her thoughts
***
lost in a place between places
***
when age confused him, his tongue meandered
***
there is no ending, just forever
***
the music long forgotten began to play, just a whisper
***
her imagination, it kept her sane
***
all the stories were carried inside of her
***
tears kept wanting to leak out of her eyes
one day the child realised
this was sadness
***
their names were part of the music
***
a unique tapestry, potpourri of ideas
***
out of a forked tree branch, the moon catapults slowly
***
memories corked in the bottle, but the scent was too strong
***
stars in the night sky, clustered daisies on the lawn
***
she was about to say something
but then it went back
to that place of unsaid words
***
there was a place
in between places
it was there she found her mind
***
she’d hidden the words,
it was there she found her mind
***
she’d hidden the words,
not wanting anyone else to read them
***
a piece of paper tossed to and fro by the wind,
***
a piece of paper tossed to and fro by the wind,
origami seagull falls to the ground
***
a flower picked, an untimely fading
***
the nearer I come to understanding myself,
***
a flower picked, an untimely fading
***
the nearer I come to understanding myself,
the further away I get
***
among the wartime graves the child ran
her arms outstretched
as free as a bird
***
it never really lets you go, the past
***
I gaze out to sea, seeing what I can not
***
for just a moment it entered her heart
then she tied it up with a ribbon
and put it away
***
the writing is in the flowers
soft lemony flowers
a note
***
no one cared only the tree who wept silently
***
she escaped time and time again, but she always escaped
***
softly and gently
unseen
comes the song
***
the washing blew off the line
found its wings
and flew gracefully away
***
inky midnight skies
her cloak of ethereal stars
moon sweeps 'cross the sky
***
the sense of loss as magic disappeared, retreating deep within the woods...
***
along the sand
your diminishing footsteps
nothing remains
***
it was only life she had to live for
***
***
among the wartime graves the child ran
her arms outstretched
as free as a bird
***
it never really lets you go, the past
***
I gaze out to sea, seeing what I can not
***
for just a moment it entered her heart
then she tied it up with a ribbon
and put it away
***
the writing is in the flowers
soft lemony flowers
a note
***
no one cared only the tree who wept silently
***
she escaped time and time again, but she always escaped
***
softly and gently
unseen
comes the song
***
the washing blew off the line
found its wings
and flew gracefully away
***
inky midnight skies
her cloak of ethereal stars
moon sweeps 'cross the sky
***
the sense of loss as magic disappeared, retreating deep within the woods...
***
along the sand
your diminishing footsteps
nothing remains
***
it was only life she had to live for
***
you know what i love that even i can smell lol is the writing is in the flowers lemony yes I just love this ;))) so much it brings back memories of when i was a child just towards evening would smell the lemon tree blossom :) All your poetry here is wonderful & imagery painted in words .:))
ReplyDeleteThank you sweet Beez. I'm glad you could smell the lemony flowers :) Thanks for reading x
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