poetry – Page 46

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THE BEGINNING

The vanishment;
noisy, crowded streets become quiet.

Alone, I can hear the sea wind songs;
listening to the sea.

The voice of Odin calls from afar,
or is it Poseidon?

The force of ancient strings prickles the skin;
visions of forests and wolves.

The streets fill up once more, and 
the water from the grey clouds 
buckets down to cause chaos.

The beginning of a journey.
You are standing there
waiting for me, yet
we have never met before.

Ending & Longing

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a place of tranquillity
a longing for colour

the sea and wind sing
the birds join the song

those pinks and blues
those lights at sunset

fills a heart made of glass
fills your heart-shaped glass

a desirable ending
a desirable longing

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SPRING SCENTS

between heaven and earth
the colours of energy are vibrating

hallucinating Springtime 
scents of Jasmine and green

nature is a mixed mess
wobbling and rolling in the grass

calling to the elements
ending up naked in the river alone

The Coming Spring

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Spring lays waste to winter,
for the sun shines once again.
Blossoms bud, bloom, and blow about, yet we feel a chill again.
We are immersed in the season as we consider the times to come.

Brewing Storm

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the moody sky broods
for the clouds are full of rain,
a brewing storm comes

Parchment Paper Love

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Parchment paper lined wooden draws
the smell of vintage parcels hidden under our lingerie

Wooden smells mixed with the older smells
breathing in the scent of what we once were

Loving you with parchment paper lined wooden draws
parcels of scent and the smell of you close to me

You and I will be forever together in those draws
moving to our music
whispering kisses and parchment paper love scents

Life

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Standing outside, you start to feel the atmosphere calm you.
Life seems hopeless in this moment of turmoil and anger at small things.
You look at the garden, which could be dead.
Then you start thinking about plants that will grow soon.
They never give up, so neither will you.