poetry – Page 77

A Sad Day

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

If my brother was alive, today David would celebrate his 53rd Birthday.

It doesn’t seem like 7 years since he died.

Pictures of the three of us
Pictures of the two of us
Pictures of you

The pictures of you linger
The pictures of you smiling
The pictures of you

Pictures of the three of us are all that remains
Pictures of the two of us are all that remains
Pictures of you are all that remains

on your birthday

To find you standing
beside me, alive and well
speaking once again.

Happy Birthday, Brother!

David died in 2015 (not long after his 46th birthday), yet I still think about how my brother used to say my name. I miss him. He would be 53 today.

phosphorescent sea
watching from the dark shore
jolted from sleep

Fallen leaves gathered
We decorate our clothing
Wearing the season

A slice of your love
served on German porcelain
eaten like the French

I bid you Adieu
See you when the sunset ends
Speaking to the stars