Poetry – Page 85

The Incendiary One

A lover of the incendiary one,
the one who burns her shell and clears away
the old to make way for the new.

Rain doused the fire;
now green buds shoot up new life from
beneath the darkness.

Luminous greens and blues,
form an iridescent shape.

Undulate, soft and susurrous,
through the silent sea.

Frost in the morning
A quiet mist hanging low
Gloves for the journey

nature’s cute carpet
standing in the numbing cold
a winterish night

Disconnected from your shell,
rising above the place you love.

The world vibrates with different energies;
the colours and the shapes seem so vivid.

Shackled to your flesh no more,
you soar into the immortal realm.

Thank you to everyone who reads my words. I write every day, yet I do not get to post everything I write.

I stumbled upon #TastyPoems on Twitter. Darla Vaughan has provided so much inspiration for my words through the lovely art that I must share both.

The poems are from 2018 until the present; some themes may be from the past.

I hope you get inspired too.

A sorrowful day
for the
straggly failures.

Once fertile land
the farmer
orders a clearing.

Slice by the Scythe
they fall towards
the over-farmed land.

Lovely eyes
so full of light
A soft heart
alive at night

By the Winter moon
within clouded starlight
Do not go too soon
dancing in the moonlight

Beautiful flower
a charmer of the night
Womanly power
take me into the light

watching the last colours
grey, mauve, dirty white
distant layers of lost coral

disconnected in the dark
the tip of my nose feels cold
a quiet feeling at five pm

the coral layers are no more
between twilight and the night
my whole nose is cold now

Another book waits
A few already devoured
My books sit watching