song clouds of your mind
symphonic deluge sounds
staccato love delights you
sorrowful rain is no more
Photo – C Schloe
Tag: poet
Beauty
recommend
beauty
in the way
petals
fall
to the ground
A Below Place
a soft living hidden place,
far from materialistic eyes,
a silent another worldly place,
for natural reflective dreaming
Unspoken Words
Breathe moving in front of you as you listen to 3 am darkness.
Fingers move the holy places only two people know well.
Bodies touch throughout a thousand fever nights.
Feet and hands become alive as they curl, twirl, and shudder.
Beating hearts tell all of those secrets hidden from plain sight.
Feeling conflicting emotions as we lay unspoken words to rest.
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.
Lonely People
sitting together,
yet further apart than strangers
sorrow fills the air,
for they have lost so many things
some sit together
some sit apart
some stare into nothing
some sip on bitter words
some cry silent tears
still and sad;
all the lonely people in
so many relationships
Into the Fire
a silent glance
we meet
a slight smile
you fidget
a soft red flush
I stir awhile
a sharp longing
eyes meet
as
we both
fall into
the fire
of love
Death in the Snow
In the snow, the seat is bare, except for you and a few tidy possessions.
You’ve been down this road before: broken and broke.
There’s nothing like poverty to make you feel like you’ve made the wrong choices. Yet, you are liberated now: free on this bench in the snow.
You think, “How beautiful the snow is as it falls. If I had a poet’s heart, and I was more familiar with words, I would articulate this scene with more purpose and beauty, but I cannot convey this; this is a photograph or a painting…“
You sit still in the snow, and you don’t notice the gun against your head until the jolt ends the falling snow for you.
Your last moments were broke and broken, beautiful and sad, as you thought of the falling snow.
What beauty in your death. Death on the bench in the snow as you sat full of a fading glow until the light turns to darkness.
Now you get the chance to do it all differently.
Quartz Heart
Beauty moves within you,
for you possess a soul different to most.
Broken by things once horrible,
you took your experiences and ascended.
Boldly moving ahead of your time,
most people don’t get your quartz heart.
Brittle feelings once many,
now emotions of all kinds flourish within.
Brightly moving along the way,
you deserve more love
and
blue kindness,
for quartz is a beautiful gem
and
comes in many rare colours.
Broken Pieces
Broken and chipped cups
and sauces sit still in a
crate next to your kitchen
cupboards.
As a true bohemian and
lover of broken things, you
embrace Kintsugi.
To you, gold and silver joinery,
no matter the cost is more
beautiful than any
complete piece.
Those broken pieces are
your broken pieces, as you
mend the sorrows of your life.
Crying over a piece, you forget
yourself and reach for the kettle.
The Wildflower Tea of your
sorrow flows into your cup, yet
the hot water and steam turns
sorrow into sweetness, as you
sip from your cup of sparrows.
C & K 