***
in the drawer
she put love
fragranced
english
lavender
***
memory
a child
of piano keys
the room
in faded darkness
***
trains
echoing away
at sunset
the end of the line
night closes the door
in the drawer
she put love
fragranced
english
lavender
***
memory
a child
of piano keys
the room
in faded darkness
***
trains
echoing away
at sunset
the end of the line
night closes the door
***
the blind child
learnt the sun
her smiling face
following its path
wild flowers swaying in the meadow
***
what was it I dreamt...
you opened
the door
I stepped into the light
of your darkness
***
whispering to me
sea and sand
salty dreams
a seashell
in the goldfish bowl
the blind child
learnt the sun
her smiling face
following its path
wild flowers swaying in the meadow
***
what was it I dreamt...
you opened
the door
I stepped into the light
of your darkness
***
whispering to me
sea and sand
salty dreams
a seashell
in the goldfish bowl
***
singing
mournful songs
deep waters green
following tides
their blue of you
***
each breath
the blue sky
your freedom
singing
mournful songs
deep waters green
following tides
their blue of you
***
each breath
the blue sky
your freedom
among all the skies
you painted
you painted
***
when I stop the car
the dog looks expectantly
out of the window
eyes searching constantly
these last five years
***
her cloak
shimmers
unseen
she walks
among the crowd
***
under the hawthorn
the stream
unfolded
a still dark
blue pool
***
flowing
through
archways of dreams
she entered
the dimly lit tunnel every night
***
all night
I wander
these caves
red sandstone walls
dreaming
***
millpond
so still and quiet
soft dawn mists
a kingfisher blue
darts past
***
looking down
into the still pool
transparent gauze of my soul
the ripples
over my head
when I stop the car
the dog looks expectantly
out of the window
eyes searching constantly
these last five years
***
her cloak
shimmers
unseen
she walks
among the crowd
***
under the hawthorn
the stream
unfolded
a still dark
blue pool
***
flowing
through
archways of dreams
she entered
the dimly lit tunnel every night
***
all night
I wander
these caves
red sandstone walls
dreaming
***
millpond
so still and quiet
soft dawn mists
a kingfisher blue
darts past
***
looking down
into the still pool
transparent gauze of my soul
the ripples
over my head
***
dusty window
curtains tied back
with cords
I pass through
to greyed mists beyond
***
no more
than
the skin of my dreams
these gauzed
net curtains
***
her eyes
closed and deep
wrinkled
blankets
of night
dusty window
curtains tied back
with cords
I pass through
to greyed mists beyond
***
no more
than
the skin of my dreams
these gauzed
net curtains
***
her eyes
closed and deep
wrinkled
blankets
of night
***
the dog's ears prick up
looks round bewildered
her face puzzled
follows something
I cannot see
***
winter sun
reaches only
on the tree tops
fat tabby cat on a slender branch
sunning herself
***
shimmering
pale green mists
entrance to fairy land
nothing there
only a roundabout of modern cars
the dog's ears prick up
looks round bewildered
her face puzzled
follows something
I cannot see
***
winter sun
reaches only
on the tree tops
fat tabby cat on a slender branch
sunning herself
***
shimmering
pale green mists
entrance to fairy land
nothing there
only a roundabout of modern cars
***
across the face
of the full moon
two geese
silhouetted
in black calligraphy
***
in blue seas of night
moon opens up the clouds
a moonbeam
the road
to fairyland
across the face
of the full moon
two geese
silhouetted
in black calligraphy
***
in blue seas of night
moon opens up the clouds
a moonbeam
the road
to fairyland
***
from pavements
and roofs
a shimmer of mists
golden light reveals
sun's alchemy of souls
***
row upon row
every one the same
houses in suburbia
different scenes
through every lit window
from pavements
and roofs
a shimmer of mists
golden light reveals
sun's alchemy of souls
***
row upon row
every one the same
houses in suburbia
different scenes
through every lit window
***
upheavals
constant change
never healing
metamorphosis
a different name
upheavals
constant change
never healing
metamorphosis
a different name
***
stardust
her playmates dancing
in silver edged clouds
a crescent moon
cradles a tiny star
***
sweeping
across the sky
indigo cloak of night
pinned
by the evening star
***
trees
of
crystal
tinkling
windchimes
stardust
her playmates dancing
in silver edged clouds
a crescent moon
cradles a tiny star
***
sweeping
across the sky
indigo cloak of night
pinned
by the evening star
***
trees
of
crystal
tinkling
windchimes
***
sparkling
gems
a jewelled necklace
the frost rimmed
leaf
***
slowly
drifting
one by one
raindrops
down the edge of the leaf
***
my eyes closed
in my mind
I see a keyboard
an unseen hand
types a poem for me
***
ocean of my soul
you come to me
as I sleep
I swim
into depths of you
***
tossing and turning
in bed
I open the window for fresh air
even the moon
has gone round the corner
***
a winter's day
from my bed
I watch raindrops
racing each other
down the window
***
peacock butterfly
fluttering
in the palm of my hand
tickling sensations
long after it had flown
***
translucent
sunlit leaves
parchment thin
I look
at her arms
***
during the funeral
he slipped his hand in mine
holds it tight
he whispers to me
she was your mother too
***
in her dreams
Hansel-and-Gretel like
she left a trail
when morning came she tried to return
but the crumbs had all gone
***
fading
away
in her memory
daisies in a pot
sitting on the garden chair
***
enfolding
this dark night
a bright white star
carefully she folds with precision
her origami skills
***
dreaming a dream
I look around
in empty streets
weeds growing through pavement cracks
even I am not there
during the funeral
he slipped his hand in mine
holds it tight
he whispers to me
she was your mother too
***
in her dreams
Hansel-and-Gretel like
she left a trail
when morning came she tried to return
but the crumbs had all gone
***
fading
away
in her memory
daisies in a pot
sitting on the garden chair
***
enfolding
this dark night
a bright white star
carefully she folds with precision
her origami skills
***
dreaming a dream
I look around
in empty streets
weeds growing through pavement cracks
even I am not there
***
ghost things
at the edge of the mirror
just out of the corner of your sight
turn your head
there is nothing there
***
ghost things
at the edge of the mirror
just out of the corner of your sight
turn your head
there is nothing there
***
tectonic plates
a movement
within
a family
drifts apart
***
memory
the stockpiling of
life's events
this scrapyard of cars
teeters precariously
within
a family
drifts apart
***
memory
the stockpiling of
life's events
this scrapyard of cars
teeters precariously
***
in the pupil
of the eye
a vortex of dark green
above the pine trees
a crescent moon
***
cluttered room..
old fashioned
yellowed light bulb
casts a light
of cares worn away
in the pupil
of the eye
a vortex of dark green
above the pine trees
a crescent moon
***
cluttered room..
old fashioned
yellowed light bulb
casts a light
of cares worn away
***
echoes of her soul
crying in the wind
her doll-like face
ice-blue eyes
not blinking
echoes of her soul
crying in the wind
her doll-like face
ice-blue eyes
not blinking
***
in my dream
I saw you outside a cafe
I walked up to you
an empty table
you had gone
***
he slept
on park benches
when he returned from the war
a plastic carrier bag of newspapers
for his blankets
***
wandering
the seashore at midnight
the moonchild
in her hands
white echoes of you
***
in my dream
I saw you outside a cafe
I walked up to you
an empty table
you had gone
***
he slept
on park benches
when he returned from the war
a plastic carrier bag of newspapers
for his blankets
***
wandering
the seashore at midnight
the moonchild
in her hands
white echoes of you
***
the terraced streets
I left behind as I walked home
each step
I took
time passed more more slowly
***
deeper and deeper
our steps in soft sand
my mother's face
grows
darker and darker
I left behind as I walked home
each step
I took
time passed more more slowly
***
deeper and deeper
our steps in soft sand
my mother's face
grows
darker and darker
these are really beautiful, tender, nice imagery in them.. the second one drew me in.
ReplyDeleteThanks. I appreciate you calling by. The piano keys one is a part of my childhood.
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Your work is so beautiful and evocative
ReplyDeleteHi. Thank you so much. I appreciate you reading.
DeleteJenny x
awesome lines with touch of moonlight!! haiku ,micro poetry, are short & sweet but lingers in the mind for long!! smiles:))
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