Poetry – Page 137

Water Lilies

Lake buds bloom blossom
Pink, yellow, white and green scene
Water Lilies blush

missy bling
strutting
chunky gold
plated finery
and
Kitsch
Swarovski

Succulent lover
flowers titillate your mind
geometry dreams

There’s a melody dancing in the wind.

Tiptoeing and fluttering about, the melody moves her to the sound.

Satie’s soft bows from a violin stir her heart as the flowers and trees sway along.

In the distance, he sits playing along, only to vanish the moment they meet.

You said my name each time I came back to you. I always returned to you, and you always tried to save me.

As the sunsets in 2018, I remember your words and my name; my name I do not utter.

Should I be myself, or is it just a word?

I’m sure you would know, but you are in the clouds, and I’m down here calling to you.

downtrodden man of strength
leading the way into the light

does he do everything by a star,
or is he full of distant starlight?

wavelets of change lap at the shore
slowly, slowly, they grow

now waves smash at the shore
A protagonist of hope in this world

on the train
my mind is far away
you sit at home
I miss you

I imagine a castle
climbing the walls to reach you
my fingers bleed down the stone
the pain is bearable

darkness takes me
we fall together softly
a long love kiss
a bear hug

off the train
back to you

her eyes
are full of
starlight,
set
amongst
the grey.

blood drips from the knife
such beautiful winter graces

she stands in the sea of pines
a silent face within the snow

dripping red on to white
a Merlot, or is it a Shiraz?

he will never know love’s taste
stabbed to death in the snow

rain droplets
wet your skin
cooling water
wish for more