Love me, love me not?
swirl in autumn mists.
Love beyond language,
tastes of autumn leaves
linger in his kiss.
in the restless undertow.
Won’t watch the crows
or the curve of their slow flight.
This is when the change came;
the snow held me in her drifts.
The rain came,
leaves fell inside me,
blown along a
lining up the shore,
with arms held high
then sinking –
as autumn claimed
a tidal flood.
into a song never sung.
and then was gone.
‘Alfresco’ painted by Alison Jardine
Between the water and the sky
lies all of nature wondrous wild.
The bird that skyward tries to fly,
while heaven kissed the wayward child.
Love’s endless minutes roll on by,
as morning sun shone bright and smiled.
Not quite a waking truth, a dream,
this silence blessed down by the stream.
The sea is deep, the moon is blind
as fairies wake you with a kiss,
sapphire mysteries for you to find,
amethyst stones, forbidden bliss.
A stream of light shines from behind,
your choice to live, what life is this?
Exquisite magic, tastes of wine,
whispered secrets, limbs entwined.
Written for One stop poetry ~ Friday poetically by Brian Miller
Perhaps nothing happened,
“How much time has passed?”
I ask, but you turn away
lighting a cigarette.
From another universe
there is an echo
resounding through the airwaves
in a reverberating hum.
You have a gift for words
which wraps me up in hugs.
I can feel the layers penetrate,
I fold them up in wings
so they can flutter
like a bluebird
into Sunday afternoon.
you say. I just give you a shrug.
it will happen to us again.
I see him from my ‘other’ world and my
stomach flips over. I’m not really sure
why; it’s not like I’ve ever met him. But
there’s something about him; we connect.
It feels slightly insane to be getting lost
in a fantasy that doesn’t exist. The logistics
of meeting him are difficult, but not impossible.