Tag: poetry

  • heartstone

    Photo by Judy Beth Morris on Unsplash
    we lost those
    flowers in our hair
    when winter winds
    stole our breath
    and turned our
    hearts to stone

    i have been sitting
    for so long under
    apple trees waiting
    for fresh blossoms
    to fall

  • above tomorrow

    sunlight shining through old growth woods
    Photo by Simon Wilkes on Unsplash
    a hilltop kiss
    above old creek wending,
    tangled of vale

    all grains gone gold
    in autumn hours with
    a sun hung low

    burning within, without
    you whisper a secret
    for me to keep

    my head on your breasts,
    slumber come tomorrow

  • workbook

    Photo by Peter Herrmann on Unsplash
    i can't explain
    the tears ragged
    at the edge when i
    open up a workbook
    collection of half-
    suggestive memories,
    why both urges claw
    for slamming doors
    or walking inside

    poison years weary
    and all i can think is
    i wish you were here
    whoever you are
    lingering in shadows
    in the deep corners
    of my mind

  • evermists

    Photo by Connor DeMott on Unsplash
    fingernail tracing moon shadows
    cast on your pale, white thigh
    wondering why we must ever
    only embrace this way in mists

  • scarlet tears, dry rain

    Image of a writing journal and a pencil.
    Photo by Dariusz Sankowski on Unsplash
    acceptance creeps
    it was never this lot
    to be, longing & only

    i see

    i see

    i see

    a flash of steel in
    the full of bleak moon's
    pale face fading
    behind stormcloud doubt
    an imposter waiting

    scarlet tears, dry rain

  • for the best

    Photo by Ronin on Unsplash
    we ford streams under
    between rime and rust
    between night and dusk
    running red at golden fall
    drawing our arctic under
    crone days stained pale
    unbroken strides between
    ash, birch and thorn

    checking maps, we see we
    have lost the trail
    and that, my friends,
    might be for the best

  • back to sit

    standing stones
    Photo by Suzanne Rushton on Unsplash
    somewhere along the path
    i somehow lost my way
    that was what
    old craggy guy
    was trying to say, just
    get back to the sit...
    an expert leading
    by example

  • gone dust weary

    Image of a writing journal and a pencil.
    Photo by Dariusz Sankowski on Unsplash
    having gone dust weary
    abandoned and wander
    she took her hand
    in her hand and said
    to herself she was sorry
    dry rot and wormed
    greywood splinted there
    at the edge and waiting
    fiftyfive steps from the
    line cutting old growth
    from pale sky feathered
    wondering should he
    come back to her again

  • bed of leaves

    Photo by Ronin on Unsplash
    fumble forgotten
    feet tangle to fall
    last lost dance in
    the thin betweens
    birch bark peeling
    pale fog of dream
    can you catch me
    as i am falling
    to lay me out on
    this bed of leaves?

  • to hills

    Photo by Connor DeMott on Unsplash
    a fog carries that
    pale lost to white
    steel rails to hills
    raven calling

    she brings children
    in skirts she gathers
    staring straight she
    glides barefoot stride
    her night velvet
    whispered crushing

    hand out, calling
    my voice hoarse
    in the fading forth