Poetry – Page 43 – Converging Lives. Sounds, Silence and Imagery

Desire

Mercurial Effervescent Feelings Fizz Desire Demands Sybaritic Sensation Reason Suspends Touch Temptation Sesnsory Awareness Normality Difficult Hormone Hubris Need so Bad Desire

The relentless beat of insect wings The incessant drone of the bee Sounds so loud to my sensitive nerves So many sounds for free The hunting cry of the owl at night The barking of the fox All these sounds are so intense A quintessential paradox Heightened awareness seems to me A product of new… Continue reading Paradox

Bearing gifts

I come bearing gifts Not the tangible gifts wrapped in coloured paper My gifts are maybe of the ether, concoctions of vapour I hope my gifts are priceless, they cannot be bought They are not in the shops, they may be gifts, you have not sought. I come bearing gifts My love a beacon on… Continue reading Bearing gifts

Our refuge

Existence in a different realm Away from care and strife Where time is elongated, and happiness is rife Create our world that stands alone Beneath an azure sky A place for ever in our hearts, where dreams float by and by

Was it dreams?

Was it dreams that brought us together In the the arms of morpheus Is this a fabled soliloquy or a duet light as a feather Was it dreams that brought us together Or will they force us assunder As our chariots ride the waves of sleeps verdant weather Will dreams sleeping and waking be our… Continue reading Was it dreams?

I sense you near me

I sense you near me Painting me with your eyes Although all you see is a picture A vision on far away skies I feel you near me Although you are far away Communicating over the ether Is so commonplace today I feel I know you Although only through what you share I have a… Continue reading I sense you near me

What makes your writing boring?

What makes your writing boring Other than the obvious …you have no ideas What if your tale is magical but your prose is in arrears What makes your writing boring The tale just comes out flat People give up reading and settle for a nap The pundits say too many filter words can slow the… Continue reading What makes your writing boring?

Who sold my number?

Scam phone calls Have heard they happen Never to me, I have a phone, that everybody ignores I have a sim Its ready and available But not for calling thats a whim Used for data a few odd texts I don’t need it to talk Not on this instrument, its data escape So with suprise… Continue reading Who sold my number?

Make my toes curl

Passion errupting, emotions leap and twirl Hearing your voice makes my toes curl Heated in the moment of new lovers bliss Sealing the deal with a never ending kiss Anticipation growing filling the cup Your touch, lights my world,up Hearing you whisper, you are my girl That little statement makes my toes curl

clickety clack

Hurtling forward Clickety clack The train is speeding, down a new track The signals are red But I can’t slow it down Maybe I should be dressed as a clown You are the buffers You will hold me close Render me speechless, make me feel most You are the danger The spark to my flame… Continue reading clickety clack