***
the hour before dawn
a still point
in a turning world
***
library reading rooms
empty at night
enchanted forest
***
the child
lived to the tick
of a different clock
***
old
sepia photograph
drained of life
***
ivy cloaked statues
waiting
patiently
***
your foot steps and mine
just my footprints in the sand
your warmth besides me
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so many names, so many layers
***
whispering her name, the wind
***
she lived
as a ghost
nothing connected
***
heard within poetry, silence
***
she saw
with different eyes
remembered
***
in her cloak of blue
she melted
into the bluebell woods
***
globe
of the world
a pencil sharpener inside
***
tree branches
holding stars
up in the sky
***
haloes
in the mists
street lamps
***
the spitfire
dusty in the museum
yet echoes remained
***
night sky
dark blue velvet
quilted with glittering stars
***
intrusive moon
all night
peaks through the curtains
***
where does thought end, she wondered
***
Brilliant love love this post your writing is just stunning Gen love best old sepia photograph ... drained life .. so wild.. and the ending here where does thought end... beeutiful ;) always beez x
ReplyDeleteThank you for reading and thanks Beez for your lovely comments x
ReplyDeleteYour micropoem: "so many names, so many layers" brings to mind a saying of the great French poet Baudelaire:
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Elaine Campbell
Thanks Elaine for reading my poetry. I didn't know that saying by Baudelaire...it's interesting.
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Gems - each unique - these sparkle
ReplyDeleteThanks Marsha and thanks for reading ~ gennepher
ReplyDeleteI love each of these gems! Your images are so beautiful. Meanwhile, there is a surprise waiting for you at: http://daphnehaiku.blogspot.com/2012/05/liebster-blog-award-nomination.html
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