Coffee is too hot,But outside is chilly cold,So it feels just right. Even in these warm months,Glittering snow often falls,Stolen breaths and dreams. Spring snows fall slowly,Caught in cool winds and light gusts,So they dance, not fall. Grey and blue sky meet,Cascading shadow paintings,Such depth in nature. The cat is happy,Winter blankets come again,For a … Continue reading Spring snows fall
Tag: Poetry
A Tinge of Reality
So comes the hour of fateful doom, Our entrance into the writer's tomb, Rich in literary heirlooms, "Behold!" says I to the schoolroom, Which responds with a silent gloom, No student yet knows how to use Zoom.
Robbed Denouement
We paused beneath the shade of a tree,To rest and tend to my injury,But my companions I urged them - hike on, Leave me behind, go on without me. Rustling leaves stole their voices anon, Left alone, my thoughts lingered upon The distant wonder of a lost view, Near the summit, my robbed denouement. The … Continue reading Robbed Denouement
Drinks left unfinished
Children grow restless, Begging parents to go home, Drinks left unfinished, I have no place to complain, I chose to live life alone.
Echoes of Ville d’Ys
A sense of drowning, I cannot elude, In this interminable solitude, There are so many holes in my bedroom, Pouring water in gouts of sea-green blooms, But when I flee from these confining walls, The sound of rushing water follows all, Even the city is littered with holes, Gaping like oceanic nightmare-souls, Swallowing consciousness without … Continue reading Echoes of Ville d’Ys
The long trek home
A cool drizzle falls, Darkening the road to home, Set a light for me.
Idyllic
Light streams in gold bands, Old cat yawns on the warm floor, I laugh, but yawn too.
When at last I die
When at last I die, I leave behind books, flowers, And bottles of wine, Faint memories, yours and mine, These I entrust now to time,
Kintsugi skies
Morning rains roar light, Illuminating the sky, Cracks shining like gold.
Queries Faded In Wood and Stone
The night settled in waves of blue, As lamps hummed into life renewed, I found I in the city park, With heavy heart and mind subdued. The street lamps cast the bench in dark, Turning from the luminous spark, "Am I condemned to be alone?", So uttered was my hushed remark. My query faded into … Continue reading Queries Faded In Wood and Stone
Discarded Recollections 