Howling from the forest,
Wintertime is on the way.
A sea breeze turns wild,
clouds move overhead.
Woods once silent, now
move in urgency to the sky.
Many crows do fly across the sky,
to show us a Portent of Death.
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Happy New Year!
Happy New Year to all the lovely people who find my words, read my words, follow my blog, etc.
It’s been tough this year, so hopefully, 2021 is more positive.
Fading
We fade with the sun
as the colours move
away into the twilight.
Aurora Lights
Lights play tricks on my eyes.
Tired, I see colours and shapes.
Your moon has gone from the sky,
leaving only the stars to haunt me.
I wait for your moon to return
in the silence of cold nights sleeping,
dreaming of piano keys playing a song
as we spin wildly around a Chateau
with no furniture to obstruct our moves.
The lights play tricks on my eyes.
Tired, I thought I saw you in the corner.
The Winds
Winds from the south blow over the hills, to move the paper around my room.
My poetry journal ribbon moves, as the cold wind makes it flutter and dance.
Green hills seem so close, yet they are so far away for I am locked tightly inside.
To the hills, I look hoping the cold winds will blow all the hatred from my heart.
Then the rain starts to show, and the window to the outside must be closed.
My poetry journal ribbon does not move to the beat of the wind anymore.
So, I stand up straight and walk into the rain and the wind so I can feel it all.
I say to the winds, “Promise me this. Promise me that you will take my heart, make it cold, and blow your love through me.”
No Longer Young
Soft colours play in the light,
her figure once so near to me.
Scattered sunlight plays on my heart,
and her figure vanishes from my sight.
So near to my younger skin –
now, I’m so old.
I stand in the Satie sounds –
no longer young.
Very Short Story: Office Woes
Sheets of coffee-stained paper sit near the mouse, yet that’s too far from the bin.
The keyboard is having a hard time accepting these old fingers don’t work the way they used to, yet the words continue to form on the screen.
The Witch wishes for her Familiar to be closer, so they can find a spell for the shit way this day is going.
Grey Sky Day
You have a way
of coming out of the grey
on a sad beautiful day like today.
Light and Shadow
sounds from far away,
yet nearer than first thought
come to you in shoal dreams.
swimming with sharks,
yet feeling no fear for they are not
interested in your ethereal shadows.
sirens singing from far away,
yet their befallen sorrow songs do
not sway your mind for you
are
light
and
shadow.
One Bird
over the hills
and through the valley
down into the river
and through to the sea
I stand thinking about you
you who inhabits my bird nest of a heart
A heart that only nests one bird; you
C & K 